The Roots – Clones lyrics

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
Knowhati'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Freestyle all the way son
Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
Dice

Verse One: M. A. Are. S.

First of all let's talk about these I'll capers
And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
But then the bible never saved shit
You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll fuckin scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin at this niggaz longevity
'cause if I get sent to D. C., I'm sendin Dice to de
To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake
With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and rats
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
Master Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Verse Two: Black Thought

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, believe they mc but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you openin for
Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style
Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door
Messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
The matador, shorty conniseur
Similar to that of a dinosaur
Stompin whatever you build to the floor
I told you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin record deal
Comin with somethin veterans can't feel
I hit you like a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello
Run over tactics of the
The phoniest cats is felonious (word)
C-L-O/N-E-S fess

Verse Three: Dice Raw

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always live and direct
On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw s**
Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style
What grown man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack mc's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before?
You traveled to the realm of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a smurf
I got you rollin stop off the earth
Represent while I been like this since birth
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier
And I won't be the last but I definitely was the first
Verse Four: Malik B

Don't come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw take one
No conversation is needed, my task completed
Deranger lyrical launcher, or station
Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated
You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle
Balance the talkin, that galactic style as of a falcon
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Spill these words and form into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie your name next when I start to X
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same s**
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
I annihliate your type if you violate
Makin your blood rush, you post never a higher rate