The Roots, Martin Luther - Stay Cool lyrics

Bass for your face, highs for your eyes
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise!
Rude bwoys, keep that thang at your side
Be alright
Muh'fuckers, Philly, we up in here
We all live i'm puffin' this Cohiba
Mami cool in her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool
F'real she be pushin' Pop's vessel
And his shoe's is ill
But her hand keep slippin'
On the woodgrain wheel but, it's cool
We never slippin' when it's moves to make
Especially when what we talkin'
Ain't ya usual cake
I pump bass for y'all bathin' apes
To get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large
We in the wind with the roof back
Lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to
Whoever on the hit-list
Some of y'all been tryin' for
Years, you'll never get this, fools

Check it out (Stay cool)
Stay cool, daddy (Stay cool)
Stay cool, mama (Hey, hey)
C'mon, check, yeah!
(Stay cool, motherfuckers
Y'all know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool stay cool)
There it is (yeah, hah hah, stay coooool)

Hip-Hop my main bitch
I got a few on the side
The game stitched, yo, I'm doin' my job
Go up against enormous odds
Wouldn't break a sweat, money make a bet
Funny, son, you a threat? Well
I ain't shakin' yet twenty-fo'
Sev' chillin', tougher than penicillin
From the block where the crooked
Cops killin' like a villain
Children in the hood gettin'
Rocked by they buildings
And brothers 'cross the board gettin'
Knocked by the millions
The stress got me ignitin'
The potent marijuana leaf
Tryin' to play it cooler than
A polar bear colony you feel the music
Know I'm over there probably
Pimpin' on the same system
That forever shorted me
I got the soul of a young
Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you wanna make a new dance up
It's all to the good, shorty, go on
Do that stuff it's not another sound system
Rockin' steady as us and it's cool

(Stay Cool) yeah (Stay Cool) Stay cool, ha
(Hey, hey) Check it out, and just
(Stay cool, motherfuckers
Y'all know the rules) yeah!
(Hey, stay cool stay cool)
(yeah, hah hah, stay coooool)

Yeah, when I'm crusin' in my vehicle
The Jakes harass me
They never ride past me, they
Really comin' at me, right?
They wanna know where the drugs
Guns and cash be
Probably wanna get me to run
So they can blast me
Just blast me in your box, play my shit
I know it's crowded at the top
'cause I'm on the tip
And that's as high up at the
Top as a brother could get
And how I do it make a
Lot of muh'fuckers upset but, it's fine
'Riq Jizzle and I'm back for mine
In case y'all gettin' tired of
The same ol' shine and I'm calm
Calculated and perfectly aligned
The way I'm operatin'
What is it? Surgery or rhyme?
It's not a thang when I
Lower the gradient lens frames
I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield
Drummin' for James
Hip-hop is out of Hustleville
Comin' for change
I exercise 'til a muscle build
Breakin' the chains and I'm cool

(Stay cool, Stay cool, Hey, hey)
(Stay cool, motherfuckers
Y'all know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool stay cool)
(yeah, hah hah, stay coooool)