Текст песни The Roots - Ital (The Universal Side)

From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
From the Universal Side
Abstract

I wanna be able to reach an MC
And reach a little child in the same degree
And my elders excel, I mean what the hell
We might as well bridge these gaps
In all before we fall in the fire

It's a million mc's upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it
Profess mic techniques illegit
Inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded
In their minds thus their rhymes are discredited
Check it out, man

I use my music implemented with jewels, export tools
To inspire all those too cool fools who say screw school
'Cause they don't see the conspiracy
That's put here to trap you and me
You think you can get it

Y'all know the battle lieutenant
Be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic
They say I get it from my mother so it's inhereditary
And very necessary to shine, legendarily, heavily refined

Contemporaries like The Roots is so radit's like dage
Which bag did they come out of
And how can I get in it to win it like a raffle ticket pick
And if you feelin' something, guess who gets the sticking

I got this Ital style up close and personal
The first of all I violate, I shall retaliate
With realism for their whole local [Incomprehensible]
We on point like decimal abstract now

MCin' while I'm breathin', MCin' is believin'
That you can host a ceremony and the dough is never phony
In fact, it's quite therapeutic
Like B12 hypodermic needle, so shoot it

Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit
Most wicked seven digit mic wizard
My tongue lash out and strike with it, just slightly might miss it
When I blast through your section and district the feminine

From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
C'mon, c'mon
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal, to the Universal
C'mon, c'mon

In my formitive years by my peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of time killed the congruent
I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense of MC's
Which are a nuisance, I know just what to do since I'm on another lev
Brothers is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev

But they got a lot to learn to make theri thoughts long term
'Cause on theri short-cuts they made a wrong turn
Probably, timelessly I construct the fear some
To rip your eardrum for many years to come
Professional style thinkin' rational to move wise
So hard, it's a wonder y'all alive

And still breathin', niggaz is dead and not even
Perpetuatin', real life the shit kicked is real trife, they fake bleedin'
It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin'
They cold actin' like heathens

When mics is picked up, mc's scenes is kicked up
Like women with the gripper drinking moet 'till they hiccup
Fellas hustlin' picking bricks up
Fantasizin' about the illest stick up

But rip up the jam and we be truly impressed
On stage you won't need your tef, vest
Only a mic with and a mic test
And at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess

That they can relate with the trials you tribulate
Or the pains you endure 'cause some cats is pure
Tell horors that are true but see cats like you
Y'all fake joints just to get a woo-woo

The tear jerker, you like that miracle worker
Whose miracle just ran out, I think it's time you pan out
Or just plain fade 'cause yo you played
We 'bout to drop on you like the everglades

From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
C'mon
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
C'mon, c'mon


From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
C'mon
From the Illadelph side, from the New York side
To the Universal Side
To the East coast Side to the West coast Side
To the Universal Side