Proceed II

...welcome to The Roots, The Roots

Check it, check it, Black Thought, is in the house

and uhh, Malik B, is in the house

We're groovin out, yes in the house

*discordant talk*

...

Just get on the mic with your master plan

[Verse One: Malik B]

I can make you dance, I can make you shout

The scripts in the scroll turned the whole party out

Inject my lyrics in a sec with dialect

Why accept, because it's from the highest eye and depth

Rap extrordinaire share me never ever

See through because I be true, Malik's together

Intox your cells till your brain vein swells

Niggaz'll claim terror when their never parellel

Once I have a hunch that there's MC's that front

I just crunched a whole bunch, in one big munch

I always stand firm, under any term

My actions never squirm cuz my tracks is perm

I have a tendency to defend this MC

My residency is simply in sensei

I makes it vivid, on different continents of earth I pivot

It seems extreme and exquisite but ask it is it

My style is like a cat from a seventies flick

Talkin jive as he strut with his afro pick

Or a predator, just before he stalks his pray

When I talk this way, I do dismay

See you're puzzled, now how I think you're trying to juggle

My mind is like a nine M double, now there's trouble

The Roots bring you styles and all types of creed

I sign off but I shall proceed

[Chorus:]

I shall, proceed, and continue, to rock the mic [x4]

[Verse Two: Black Thought]

Yo, we could get fly, we could get fly

We could get fly that's the anthem of my

crew not to glorify but it's sorta high

Troubles of the world bring tears to my eye wonder why

my man, can't vaccinate, y'all know the fate

Similar to the way I'm a disease on tape

To escape Metropolis is such a violent state

I spill words over pages, styles over phrases

from the world's different stages for crowds of different ages

Though not a nova, you witness like Jehovah

Now niggaz beg for lyrical plague to pass them over

Righ right niggaz is like stick up kids

Doin bids you got caught, enter the Black Thought

I interface with bass when I communicate

Crowds I elevate, to another mindstate of

rap thinking, see musically the Black thinking rhythm

therefore, I give em what I'm giving, therefore

I give em what I'm giving that's the hardcore

The Roots'll keep it real for sure, and I shall proceed

[Chorus]

Rockin on the microphone I do this well [repeats]

[crowd cheers]

The Roots, The Roots!