The Roots - Double Trouble Lyrics

We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go down

Runnin' one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your micraphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)

Well it's like smack the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin' this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rapper's run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak upon it

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I make you stock price plummet
All you high noon riders better rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane barkin' big game and get hunted
Eyewitness account, say it happened so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin'
Then BLAOW, blew away the 1900th

You better get your rest 'cause the next day comin'
Oh yes, and MC's they scared to say sum'tin'
Stop frontin', I'm in the cut just onlookin'
Your get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken

Aiyyo, keep your tape rollin' so you catch every bar
of the Black Thought and the black man from Black Star
Illadelph and Vietnam we conference, accomplish
Even with stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless

Yo, a lot of Smurfette MC's carry purses
And rock, uniforms, that's made for nurses
I burst your verses, your words is worthless
Only touchin' surface, the fuck's the purpose?

I shot the Sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin' me
But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me
Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry

Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go down

Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your microphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's about
We got to blow up the spot because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)

now check your stovetop before you take a listen
And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel-efficient
I play the winter breeze to chokehold your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make pole position
Class E chassis can't hold the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missin',
Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven

Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle)
Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme)
From the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all time
I swing from chandeliers and wall climb
And specialize in warfares of all kind
A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down rhyme
But half the time, they run it down one of mine
Thought suffocatin' 'em with yet another stunnin' line
You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined

What I memorized leave your whole staff pressurized
Melt down all of your artificial lies
Y'all niggaz is faker than Yellow No. 5
Swine like mono and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you just texturized
I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised
Step into my zone get flown like fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin'
Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin'
Give me the mic, we on that again
b-boy business, off the top actin and battlin'
Servin' them cats that forgot
But don't get too close, because you might get shot

Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go down

Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your microphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's about

We 'bout to blow up the spot because y'all must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
We go blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Went from Do You Want More?!??!! to what you want now?

Yo Tariq (whatup?) How your microphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's about
We bout to blow up the spot because y'all must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)

Say here's a little story that must be told
About two young brothers who got so much soul
They takin' total control, of the body and brain
Flyin'' high in the sky, on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin' to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who forgot then baby tell 'em again
It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to rock when the beat come in
Like zen-zen-zen-zen-zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen
Zen zen-zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
Zen zen, zen zen zen-zen
Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen zen zen
Here we go, here we here we here we go
Zen zen-zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
Zen zen, zen zen zen-zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen
Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break
Then zen-zen-zen-zen-zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Zen zen, zen zen, zen-zen zen-zen
Zen zen zen, zen-zen zen-zen and these are the zen