Roots - I Don't Care Lyrics
[Chorus: sung 2X]I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpinThe drumline bangin awayMake one move and I'll blow you awayOne false move and I'll blow you away[Black Thought]Yo - I don't really know but somebody saidthat the O.G. flow, it could f**k witcha headAnd the po-lice know that the green black and redtoo strong to con-trol, they study what I saidDig it - my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the micI'm known to spit somethin that these MC's hateI couldn't care less what you feel what you sayCause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I'm aMONSTER!You know I'm certified sickI came from the corner where nobody got shitTook the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spitNow I'm not only a passenger, I'm in the cokpitBeen a long time comin, I was caught in the scrambleof cats, tryin to do the same thing that they man doEagles born to fly, real is made to ramble"A Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example[Chorus][Black Thought]Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin the ground upYou need to fall back, could be NARC's around usYou in a hot area for marchin powderIf you holdin chowder, just walk without itThem real crook brothers don't talk about itThey never make a move 'til they thought shit out kidI knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhemThey made a lot of money, they money never made themThe game of survival is filled with rivalsKnives and fo'-five slugs flyin in spiralsThe wicked is diseased and it ain't all viralCould be greed and gluttony bubblin inside youDawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide youYo, follow them guys, them niggaz'll rob youAnd have you up in somethin that dont' really involve youBut you don't give a f**k you wanna pump the volume, I know[Chorus][Black Thought]Yo, aiyyo the waistline thumpin, the face kinda jumpin the gameLookin sweeter than a bassline bumpinDon't come 'round me sparks and waste time frontinThem trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpinIt ain't really bout nothin - Philly just love cuttinThey shut shit down before the law start shuttinGet your route right cousin - be out nightclubbin relaxedAnd wanna get lights out tonight brother, perhapsIt's the percussion that keeps shit, kineticFor some it ain't as fame, more sweet the street creditSome cats that play dirty didn't live, to regret itBut move to the music he can live through the recordI'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayerIt's Black Ink back gettin cake by the layerby the stack, comin at us, get your weight right yeahIf not, you makin a mistake right there, f'real[Chorus - 2X]
