Grand Return

* only on international versions

[Chorus: Wadud Ahmad & Dice Raw, (Dice Raw)]

The streets talk and they hear

And they watch, so stay clear

'Cause they need the streets theme

A street thief, and what they need

(So everybody

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

Everybody

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

Everybody get up)

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Uh, I get up, read the mornin' paper, kiss my baby girl

Tell my lady friend I'm gone 'til I save the world

Jump in my Hot Rod wheel, lookin' super thorough

Rockin' a long black cape like the Duke of Earl

My cool don't drop, I spit where the future twirl

I smash glass in my hands to produce a pearl

I do the James on stage, then I do the [?]

You can tell I'm bonafide live, 'cause I'm too for real

So the truth prevail, I never fail

Ask me to key the blaze in the trail, I never tell

Like the digits on the check in the mail, I give 'em hell

With the clever rhymes in the squad situated [?]

White on white shelltoes throwin' elbows

You wanna holla? You can do the rebel yell, bro

I'm not concerned, when will y'all learn?

Roots crew, motherfuckers – it's the grand return

[Chorus: Wadud Ahmad & Dice Raw, (Dice Raw)]

The streets talk and they hear

And they watch, so stay clear

'Cause they need the streets theme

A street thief, and what they need

(So everybody

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

Everybody

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

Everybody get up)

[Outro: Instrumental]

{Guitar solo}