Letra de Don't Say Nuthin', The Roots



[Verse 1 - Black Thought] 
Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious 
Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge 
Until your body sound clash 
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude 
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy 
Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping 
Keep em playing they position 
Keep making the people listen what I spin 
Put em out on a limb 
Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen 
Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend 
We never listen to them 
It's like trying to take a piss in the wind 
My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em 
They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em 
Now who the type built to last? 
It's no question, the Master! 
Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound 
Hitting you hard from - every direction 
Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! 

[Chorus] 
Yeah..... 
Give it here, and don't say nuthin 
Just give it here, and don't say nuthin 
.....Cut the check 
Give it here, and don't say nuthin 
Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin 

[Verse 2 - Black Thought] 
Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers 
Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards 
You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk 
Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress 
Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas 
Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless 
Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times 
Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list 
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe 
Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve 
Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D 
Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe 
C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax 
Most times they be sticking you without the gats 
I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse 
And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Black Thought] 
Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band 
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand 
When a brother transform, from aynonomous man 
To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin 
I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang 
Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain 
Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure 
You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected 
Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle 
Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil 
Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled 
Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial 
We finna have the whole industry at a stand still 
See me put the system on lock like can pill 
So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements 
Cause my click come a full sizeable portions 

[Chorus]

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