The Good, the Bad and the Desolate

[Intro: Shanky Don] Now this one is dedicated to the good the bad and the desolated. And The Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you lose in life Instantly ? we're like acid we burn you. Watch a rude bwoy now [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo you should see some of these cats that vocalise They get props from they local guys and try to rise Speaking through the mic like "Yo I apologise" They blind and wasn't as wise and fail to realise the com- Plectual sexual side of the rhyme When I make love to the mic the crowd respond Your promoter love the vocal over dub when I control the club So throw your hands up in the air show your love We waste not the bangingest beats but make use The Roots get you open like parachutes Yo who in the house only deal with hip hop that's authentic? Back to renovate your state of mind for a minute It's I, Bad Lieutenant represent Phi-Li- Delphia empire fifth dynasty Your third eye couldn't wait for you to relate to what I activate While the fake spectate I'm less then impressive far beyond stressin' And battle as a revolutionary adolescent But now in the present with fake masters of ceremonies yo that's phoney You'll get capped with colonial force that of a cannon Examinin the compact disc to start rammin' To put the diagram in effect and get fly On immature MC's who try Wake 'em up outta they High School High [Chorus: Shanky Don] Yo bumbading bumdadabedang The Roots crew boy we mash things again Bumbading ripapadededang The Roots crew bwoy we runnin' back again Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots boy dem run the island Bumbading ripadededang look what dey ? I mash up the scene [Verse 2: Malik B.] I blast off the roof to prove she lay in there blazed Enslaved by the sound-waves as the skills amaze Insight skin type analytic 'cause I live it My cere-bral pivot over your style like "give it" The lyricism I'm contemplating your neighbourhood or legion Brutalise your section stalk your whole region When you blink it's hell then you drink Zinfandel You wonder what's goin' inside of my thinkin' cells We bomb like militias I'm trying to stack riches Look first comes the money the power then the bitches They all will bring you down but I Militate the sound With a brigade of pi-rates that's running through your town Surrounded by a wise dome my ledge knows horizons I keep at a distance confused and feel cyclones You know I'm trying to make it because I probably take it Hustlin' stickin' pickin' it or scrape it Tracks appeal that's why I'm trying to mack a mil I stay sedated worth a Xanax that's a pill It gets hectic that's why niggas try to exit Stress relates to those who walk around protected [Chorus: Shanky Don] Yo bumbading ripadingdedingdedang The Roots crew man dem mash up the scene Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man is running back again Bumbading ripadingdedingdedang The Roots crew man them come back again Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run the island [Verse 3: Dice Raw] Naw nigga what's up then? Thanks for the man outro-duction Go ask your girl inside my world of seduction No frontin' finger on the button of destruction Play nice like entice and keep your styles on the hush and Step inside the Phillafifth dungeon Where it smells of pungent The underwater the brotherly lovin' Where crabs get knocked out respect from Brought back to the lab were the scientist will dissect 'em The old heads sniffin' start bitchin' when we testin' Interrupting my class when my class is in session Was when I manifestin' or come to teach a lesson What's inside of my dome I'll have all you clones guessin' Lets begin as the colour gets tossed in with the pen It feels good that's when you know it's a sin Every-time I rhyme I might get charged for murder Slicing your back with rap turn a brain into burger Lyrically I shot with radioactive waves Like Kobe and ? on Fridays Your styles older than dolo we on the top of ? Claim to gettin' over but you ain't makin' quota [Chorus: Shanky Don] Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they mash up the lane Bumbading bumdadadedang this a poor rap boy you might not see again Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run things again Bumbading bumdadadedang Rufugee Camp step on thee scene Bumdading bumdadadedang