Letra de Somebody's Got To Do It, The Roots



(feat. Jean Grae) 

[Hook] 
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly 
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody 
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty 
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it 
Somebody's gotta come up with a plan 
And be there when the shit hits the fan 
I hope y'all out there understand 
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it 

[Riq Gees] 
Yeah y'all, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist 
Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is 
Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist 
My level headedness make it come off so effortless 
The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish 
Back setting it with the answer to your deficit 
My track record is hot shit, consecutive 
Smug, I got game just like a record executive 
A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen 
A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling 
Bet on Black 
Bet these cats that's all gelatin 
Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent 
Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin' 
Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in 
Smellin' 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 returning 
I flip like my name Turner 
That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner 
The raw sojourner for truth 
The mic burner 

[Repeat Hook] 

[Jean Grae] 
Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited 
Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton 
I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in- 
And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands 
Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves - 
So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different 
Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid 
You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell 
They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell 
Before there was ain't hard to tell 
The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well 
Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight 
I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate 
I scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaks 
Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased 
The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots 
Will get smaller as I approach - so watch your stash box 
Fox logo if your fave is local 
Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo 
This is work niggaz 

[Repeat Hook] 

[Mac] 
I made it - ain't nobody believe in me 
But this rap game is like selling coke legally 
Ain't no innovations - that takes concentration 
Nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting 
Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics 
Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric 
Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache 
Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed 
The profit on kill if you let it 
Nigga's feeling energetic 
Wanna rumble - guns will come out 
Here come the paramedics 
I'm just trying to live like I've Devin 
Tired of my people failin' 
We all sin - the devil, what di I tell em 
Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy 
I see things vividly, y'all vision is blurry 
Even if you hate - through my music you gone love 
Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly 

[Repeat Hook]

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