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"Duck Down!" is a track by The Roots, from the album The Tipping Point, released 13th July 2004. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yeah, we gettin' ready to break y'all, it's winner take all The game is locked, we down to the eight ball The time is now, it ain't nothin' to wait for I'm a king by blood, a soldier by nature I'm somethin' like a threat to y'all space cadets 'Cause you never met a brother nothin' like me yet So push another slice into your toaster, tighten your vests 'Cause it's a warrior you seein' here tonight in the flesh I give you somethin' high voltage, double the dosage Runnin' with these vultures, givin' me ulcers Which one of these hustlers bringin' the thunder? 'Riq Geez not another man takin' us under Nigga please which Philly cat doin' his own thing Might say Black, might give you a code name Round my neck see the microphone hang Have your lady lip-synchin' like on Soul Train The niggas that's a problem's a minimal margin The Colonel, Captain, Lieutenant, General, Sergeant Black, one man army movin' in on your squadron You sittin' still, you know you a target You heard, you better duck down! [Chorus: Dom] See me comin', better tuck those chains 'Cause you don't wanna feel them thangs If you want it, you can get it, baby You know you need to get low Duck down! (Duck down!) See me comin', better tuck those chains 'Cause you don't wanna feel them thangs If you want it, you can get it, baby You know you need to get low Duck down! (Duck down!) [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yeah, we gettin' set to get rid of y'all, that's what it's headin' for The underdog knuckle and brawl with the bigger ball I spit what your wig absorb, sicker than sycamore I'm creatin' a circumstance that you a victim of The rebel or the renegade out on the quest The super black man runnin' wit' a S on his chest That stand for the straight struggle to escape the stress You think it's sweet tryna eat, you ain't taste this yet So make y'all steps precautious into the darkness Thoughts cold and heartless, makin' me nauseous Gettin' more remorseless for what I done If the lawyers and courts wonder what I run Them civil liberties is free, but just for some How you a gangster when you scared to bust your gun For the call, trust your fam or trust nobody at all See them brothers gettin' struck down They better duck down [Chorus: Dom] See me comin', better tuck those chains 'Cause you don't wanna feel them thangs If you want it, you can get it, baby You know you need to get low Duck down! (Duck down!) [Verse 3: Black Thought] Yeah I can feel somethin' fa sho, I've been up in here before The gladiator in a Colosseum ready for war That old timer holdin' his revolver set to blow Just like a gladiator at whoever stick his head in the door And one who been through it all, anything go Rather give it to you straight 'stead of speakin' in codes 'Cause man, that bullshit can get you riddled with holes If you ain't insured then the hospitals is closed You got to go uptown while ya leakin' on the ground In cases like these, you need to duck down You're five dollar toys, I'm a million dollar man Esquire 'Riq Geez go according to plan I'm thinkin' outside the box, off the blocks An outside your concept of time, off the clocks for real Well it's Black Thought your boss DJ However, you brothers weigh that's what you gon' pay [Chorus: Dom] See me comin', better tuck those chains 'Cause you don't wanna feel them thangs If you want it, you can get it, baby You know you need to get low Duck down! (Duck down!) See me comin', better tuck those chains 'Cause you don't wanna feel them thangs If you want it, you can get it, baby You know you need to get low Duck Down! (Duck down!)
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