Roots - Somebody's Got To Do It Lyrics
[Hook:]Somebody's gotta be there when it gets uglySomebody's gotta be there when it gets bloodySomebody's gotta get their hands dirtyYo, it's a *****ed up job but somebody's gotta do itSomebody's gotta come up with a planAnd be there when the shit hits the fanI hope ya'll out there understandLook man it's a *****ed up job, but somebody's gotta do it[Riq Gees:]Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionistRaw, that's what every soldier in my collective isThought, control level is that of a gold medalistMy level headedness make it come off so effortlessThe rebel is a opposite extreme of devilishBack setting it with the answer to your deficitMy track record is hot shit, consecutiveSmug, I got game just like a record executiveA kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemenA genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindlingBet on BlackBet these cats that's all gelatinWill fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligentRaps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin'Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back inSmellin' your blood now I'm huntin'Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin?Oh, now it's nothin'Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returningI flip like my name TurnerThat's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike TurnerThe raw sojourner for truthThe mic burner[Repeat Hook][Jean Grae:]Mic malevolence defies violence I inheritedOthers just rentin' it like rooms at the SheratonI gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in-And y'all cold like a show in the NetherlandsCold shoulders and frozen aortic valves -So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals differentGifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquidYou could lick a million shots at the character of the body shellThey'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hellBefore there was ain't hard to tellThe mic's cycle coincided right with mine as wellSince a minor I walked with the spine upstraightI learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plateI scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaksCuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chasedThe narrow margin with the haves and the have notsWill get smaller as I approach - so watch your stash boxFox logo if your fave is localGet bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logoThis is work niggas[Repeat Hook][Mac:]I made it - ain't nobody believe in meBut this rap game is like selling coke legallyAin't no innovations - that takes concentrationNigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wastingKillin' mics is one of my aestheticsRip very live so I'm an entertainer like CedricShit they play on radio's now give me a headacheCan't slow me down I know where I'm headedThe profit on kill if you let itNigga's feeling energeticWanna rumble - guns will come outHere come the paramedicsI'm just trying to live like I've DevinTired of my people failin'We all sin - the devil, what di I tell emSomebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddyI see things vividly, ya'll vision is blurryEven if you hate - through my music you gone loveEverybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly[Repeat Hook]
