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What They Do - The Roots

Written by：Jimmy Grey/Brown/Ahmir Thompson/Tariq Trotter/Raphael Saadiq/Leonard Hubbard

Never do what they do what they do what they do

Never do what they do what they do what they do

Yo yo

Lost generation fast paced nation

World population confront they frustration

The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken

It's all contractual and about money making

Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation

Exact replication and false representation

You wanna be a man then stand your own

To MC requires skills I demand some shown

I let the frauds keep fronting

And roam like a celluar phone far from home

Giving crowds what they wanting

Offical hip-hop consumption the 5th thumping

Keeping ya party jumping with an original something

Yo I dedicate this to the one dimension-al

No imagination excuse for perpetration

My man came over and said yo we thought we heard you

Joke's on you you heard a bitin-a** crew but um

Never do what they do what they do what they do

Never do what they do what they do what they do

Thin is the line that run between love and hatred

The game is ill-natured it's nothing sacred

Aiyyo it's funny when I see some rap niggaz due to make it

A few'll blow up or go as far as they can take it

My nine to five is just to hit ya get the party live

I'm Black Thought used to rap for sport

Now the rhymes saying rent paying life support

I take it very serious-ly within this in-dustry

It's various crews that try to touch me

But I come with the beautiful things and I bless the track plushly

Around the world crowds love me from doing tours

Recepient of applause from all of you and yours

Creator of original sounds to send to stores

You take home to absorb and sweat it out your pores

Now who can stop the music running through these veins

Infinitely go against the grain that's why my motto's to

Never do what they do what they do what they do

Never do what they do what they do what they do

Living the life of limos and lights

Airplanes and trains short days and long nights

Keyboards and mics bass chords and drum kicks

And my mental thick to hit my head like brick

As I embark on a mission welcoming to the dark

When I first spark the arts when the listening start

Open your head wide and let the thought inside

My style fortified by all of Philadel-phi

I've dealt more stealth than all the wicked weal-thy

Mentality undetectable by the naked eye

Then I get paid when the record is played

To put it short I want it made like Ed nuff said

Then after that I'm putting on my cousin Hamed

We let the ladies blend with the darksking thoroughbred

And discover my level is that of no other

And Roots crew reign offical and true while I'm continuing to

Never do what they do what they do what they do

Never do what they do what they do what they do