The Roots - Quills lyrics

Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride, ride

Yo, piss in the staircase
Blood on the pavement
I fill the quills with it let
It spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for the
Killers and manglers villains and wranglers
Fifth still in the chamber
Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta
Pull outrageous arms from the
Floor of the basement
Then bust 'nuff talons if
My people's in danger
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter
Hoverin' government agents
We muscle the language
What we spit will leave your
Shit in utter amazement
I'm hot brolic call it contagious
The shit the Roots started got these
Other artists going through changes
My vision is the strangest
The rhythm is anguish
Y'all niggas on the titty
In your formative stages
Is something in the iris and the way I spit
That tell these other crab rappers
I ain't fo' no shit
Black traumatic, so there you have it
My battin' average, abort full
Of graphic assault, it's all classic
Thought, put ass backwards rappers
In a small package
Experience is all that is
I'm well established me and the mic in holy
Matrimony like a marriage
The technique in your reach
If only you could have it
For me it's automatic, it's na tu ral
I'm mad thoro poet for hired pack metal
You feel me?

Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride, ride

Yo, the load heavy
We walk around a little edgy
All ready and steady
Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures
Niggas mad from them ghetto
Sandwiches and swine
Cryin' hard times, disadvantageous
Man listen the story in the ghetto the same
Seem like it's just some things
That never will change
Give birth to a style and
Won't give it a name
Talk 'bout consciousness it's
A different thang
Envision a king, the honorable 'Riq
General Hannibal speak
The understandable diabolic, animal style
Out of your dreams kid
You proud that you seen this
Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius
Inject you with the broke down English
The most freshest and cleanest, 'Riq Geez
Guess what the theme is
Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish
If you real make me believe it nigga

Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride, ride

Yo, the rebel Che Gueverra
You heard another debut better?
Don’t cop Thought’s Theatre
Just save your cheddar
I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta
Sippin' an ice-cold Beck
Huffin' the tenth letter
Driftin', shots lickin' while
The plot thickens
Sands in the hourglass thinnin'
The last inning
The flash and the cash and the fast women
It's nothing
A lust for the crabs keep the passion and
Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins
Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen
MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again
Must have seen their face in the
News it's gots to been
Thought known as the cure for cancer
Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther
Man to man, hammer cocked, block and standoff
Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall
Yo, I hold the mic that could
Be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it
At your favorite icon
Thing about my music is it
Ain't shit like y'all
Thought, diesel like a 28-inch python
You know what I'm saying?

When I'm on the mic there
Won't be no delayin'

Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride, ride