Artist: The Roots w/ Mos Def Song: Double Trouble Album: Things Fall Apart; Illadelph Vol:II [Black Thought and Mos Def] Its like Bla-dow da dow da dow da dow dow... Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, its about to go down [Mos Def] Yo Tariq [B.Thought] What's up? [Mos Def] How your microphone sound? [B.Thought] It sound tight [Mos Def] Well alright, show 'em what it's about We got to blow up the spot Because they must've forgot We double trouble bubble Bubble-bubble-bubbling hot [Black Thought] Well, it's like Smack the track up and leave dents in it the vocalist busting this blunt instruments spit the magnificent rappers run from it All fly girls' nipples and toes numb from it Emcees in my circumference Is confronted son get your growth stunted from this you don't want it want it the black thought and M-O-S cats done it who the ultimate? Yo, my man speak upon it [Mos Def] yo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it Rock mics so nice I make your stock price plummet All you high noon riders better rally at the summit It's me and Tariq and your fleet out-numbered clog the membrane, bark and big game and get hunted Eye witness account, say it happened so sudden This dude off to the side didn't really say nothin' Then BLA-OW blew away the nice scene honey You better get your rest cuz its the next day coming [Black Thought] Now oh yes the emcees they scared to say something Stop fronting, I'm in the cut that's on looking you get your kings your rooks rings and pawns tooken like [Mos Def] Keep your tape rolling so you catch every bar Of the Black Thought and the black man from Black Star Ended up in Vietnam we confrence accomplished Even mistakes inclined I get mine regardless [Black Thought] Yo a lot of Smurfette emcees carry purses and rock uniforms that's made for nurses I verse your verses, your words is worthless Only touch the surface, the fuck's the purpose? (it's like) [Mos Def] I shot the sheriff, the deputy and head of bank treasurey Some mounties in the county got a big bounty purse on me But tell them to hold off, They're too short to measure me Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the rebelry [Black Thought and Mos Def] Its like Bla-dow da dow da dow da dow dow... Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, its about to go down [Mos Def] Yo Tariq [B.Thought] What's up? [Mos Def] How your microphone sound? [B.Thought] It sound tight [Mos Def] Well alright, show 'em what it's about We got to blow up the spot Because they must've forgot We double trouble bubble Bubble-bubble-bubbling hot [Mos Def] Now check the stove top before you take a listen And make sure "beans don't burn in the kitchen" These gassed up niggas just ain't fuel efficient [?I played it with the breeze to choke hold your vision?] Now you niggas can't make pole position Classy chasis can't hold the transmission Coupe and useless they got their tools missing Watch me, grand prix champy for well living [Black Thought] It go one for the hustle hustle, two to rock rhyme for the muscle kid I'm one of the illest of all time I swing from chandeliers and wall climb And specialize in warfares of all kind A lot of emcees say I'ma watered down rhyme But half the time they running down one of mine Thought suffocating, we at another stunted line You dumb and blind kid, it's in large now underline [Mos Def] What I memorize be your whole staff pressurize Melt down all of your artificial dyes Y'all niggas is faker than yellow number five Swine like guano and diglyceride My vocals got texture, you just texturize I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised Step into my zone get thrown like live by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die [Black Thought] Yo me and Kamal and Leonard Hubard, Quest Luv and Malik We go back to dollar movies and Tahitian treats I like toast in the oven with government cheese bubbling Me and Dante like Marvin, the trouble man travelling Give me the mic, we on that again B-boy business off the top after then Battling, serving them cats that forgot But don't get too close because you might get shot! [Black Thought and Mos Def] Its like Bla-dow da dow da dow da dow dow... Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, its about to go down [Mos Def] Yo Tariq [B.Thought] What's up? [Mos Def] How your microphone sound? [B.Thought] Yo, it sound tight [Mos Def] Well alright, show 'em what it's about We bout to blow up the spot Because y'all must've forgot We double trouble bubble Bubble-bubble-bubbling hot Its like Bla-dow da dow da dow da dow dow... Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from 2-1-5th to Bucktown Went from "do you want more?!" to what you want now [Mos Def] Yo Tariq [B.Thought] What up? [Mos Def] How your microphone sound? [B.Thought] It sound tight [Mos Def] Well alright, show 'em what it's about We got to blow up the spot Because they must've forgot We double trouble bubble Bubble-bubble-bubbling hot [Mos Def] Say here's a little story that must be told About two young brothers who got so much soul They taking total control of they body and brain Flying high in the sky on a lyrical plane Its just two bad brothers who will never quit Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th They rock begining to end, on a spiritual blend And everybody who forgot, then baby tell them again It's just me and Tariq with Amir on the beat The Roots crew, baby boo, we got to make it unique We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest, Nonstoppingest, fortified-live survive the apoccalypse Rhymes we say, the perfect blend Cuz we know how to rock when the beat come in, like zen-zen-zen-zen-zen zen-zen-zen-zen-zen ze ze ze zen... Here we go. here we here we here we go... Let the poppers pop and the breakers break... Two years ago, a friend of mine...