The Roots - Don't Say Nuthin' lyrics

Yeah! That all mighty amazin', ill
Highly contagious
Kamikaze South splash like a
Shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me
Flagrant foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deep tight
Disposition keep on flippin'
Keep 'em playin' they position
Keep makin' the people listen
What I spin put 'em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood
Got sweat leakin' out of the pen
Y'all fake niggas not settin' a trend
We never listen to them
It's like tryin' to take a piss in the wind
My home team doin' visitors in, yo
Don't test 'em
They all standin' close to the edge


So don't stress 'em
Now, who the type built to
Last? It's no question
The master, villain in black wit' no Stetson
My sound hittin' you hard
From every direction
Your head and shoulder area, your midsection
Dawg!

When the saint on the ground
With his 9 on line
With the niggas who grind with
King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here, and don’t say nuthin'
Just give it here
Just give it here and don’t say nuthin'
When the team on set with
The guns that gon' clap
Gettin' down on everythin', hmmm
Cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin
Just give it here
Give it here and don't say nuthin'

Yeah, Illadelph home of
The original gun-clappaz
Out on the wrong corner
Your shit'll get spun backwards
You got the fool wantin' the rules
Enter at risk or your own nana'll keep a
Gat under the mattress
Shorties runnin' reckless from
Philly to Texas
Surprisin' what niggas willin' to do
To get a necklace
Some emotions felt better left
Unexpressed at times
Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
Seen people reach levels thought
They'd never achieve
Silhouettes waitin' in the wings ready to D
Thirsty sheists who need at least
A buck to breathe
C'mon! Stick-up kids, they be out to tax
Most times
They be stickin' you without the gats
I'll still be on the grind
When it all collapse
And if it’s mine, word is bond
I'mma take it right back, nigga

When the saint on the ground
With his 9 on line
With the niggas who grind with
King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here and don’t say nuthin'
Just give it here
Just give it here and don’t say nuthin'
When the team on set with
The guns that gon' clap
Gettin' down on everythin', hmmm
Cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here
Give it here and don't say nuthin'

Yeah, it ain't nothin like the rush I
Get in front of the band on stage
Wit' the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform from anonymous man
To the force
Crush whoever might've thought I was playin'
I'mma flame some sinister shit
The code twister
Slang thicker than Big Boi baby mom’s sister
Pain beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
You see the masterpiece, but to me
It's unperfected
Give it here, Geffen Records
I'm off the handle cut the check, and yo
It better be as heavy as anvil
Next joint comin', all bets is canceled
Nigga, Black Ink, Grand Wizzard
Gee Financial we finna have the whole
Industry at a standstill
See me put the system on lock like Camp Hill
So get wit' them endorsements
And call reinforcements
'Cause my clique come a full sizable portion
Yeah!

When the saint on the ground
With his 9 on line
With the niggas who grind with
King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here, and don’t say nuthin'
Just give it here
Just give it here and don’t say nuthin'
When the team on set with
The guns that gon' clap
Gettin' down on everything, hmmm
Cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here
Give it here and don't say nuthin'