The Good The Bad and the Desolate

Shanky Don Intro:

Now this one is dedicated to the good the bad and the desolated. And The

Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you lose in life

instantly ? we're like acid we burn you. Watch a rude bwoy now.

Black Thought:

Yo you should see some of these cats that vocalize

They get props from they local guys and try to raise

Speaching through the mic like "Yo I apologize"

They blind and wasn't as wise and fail to realize the com-

Plectual sexual side of the rhyme

When I make love to the mic the crowd respond

Your promoter love the vocal over dub when I control the club

So throw your hands up in the air show your love

We waste not the bangingest beats but make use

The Roots get you open like parachutes

Yo who in the house only deal with hip hop that's authentic?

Back to renovate your state of mind for a minute

It's I, Bad Lieutenant represent fine lye

Delphia empire fifth dynasty

Your third eye couldn't wait for you to relate to what I activate

While the fake spectate

I'm less then immpressive for beyond stressin'

And battle as a reveloutionary adolescent

But now in the present with fake masters of ceremonies yo that's phoney

You'll get capped with colonial force that of a cannon

Examinin the compact disc to start rammin'

To put the diagram in effect and get fly

On immature MC's who try

Wake 'em up outta they High School High

Shakny Don:

Yo bumbading bumdadabedang

The Roots crew boy we mash things again

Bumbading ripapadededang The Roots crew bwoy we runnin' back again

Bumbading dumdadadedang The Roots boy dem run the island

Bumbading ripadededang look ? I mash up the scene

Malik B (M-illa-tant):

I blast off the roof to prove she lay in there blazed

Enslaved by the soundwaves as the skills amaze

Insight skin type annalitic cause I live it

My ? brow pivot over your style like "give it"

The lyricism I'm contemplatinng your neighborhood or legion

Brutalize your section stalk your whole region

When you blink it's hell then you drink Sifendale

You wonder what's goin' inside of my thinkin' cells

We bomb like militias I'm trying to stack riches

Look first comes the money the power then the (?)

They all will bring you down but I Milliant the sound

With a bargaid of pirate raps that's running through your town

Surrounded by a wise dome my ledge knows horizons

I keep at a distance confused and feel cyclones

You know I'm trying to make it because I probably take it

Hustlin' stickin' pickin' it or scrape it

Tracks appeal that's why I'm trying to mack a mil

I stay sedated worth a Zantac that's a pill

It gets hectic that's why niggas try to exit

Stress relates to those who walk around protected

Shanky Don:

Yo bumbading ripadingdedingdedang

The Roots crew man dem mash up the scene

Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man is running back again

Bumbading ripadingdedingdedang

The Roots crew man them come back again

Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run the islang

Dice Raw:

Naw nigga what's up then? Thanks for the man outroduction

Go ask your girl inside my world is the duction

No frontin' finger on the button of destruction

Play nice like entice and keep your styles on the hush and

Step inside the illafifth dungeon

Where it smells of pungent

The underwater the brotherly lovin'

Where crabs get knocked out respect from

Brought back to the lab were the scientist will dissect 'em

The old heads sniffin' start bitchin' when we testin'

Interupting my class when my class is in session

Was when I manifestin' or come to teach a lesson

What's inside of my dome I'll have all you clones guessin'

Lets begin as the color gets tossed in with the pen

It feels good that's when you know it's a sin

Everytime I rhyme I might get charged for murder

Slicing your back with rap turn a brain into burger

Lyrically I shot with radioactive waves

Like Kolby and Big Kev on fridays

Your styles older than dolo we on the top of ?

Claim to gettin' over but you ain't makin' quota

Shanky Don:

Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they mash up the lane

Bumbading bumdadadedang this a poor rap boy you might not see again

Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run things again

Bumbading bumdadadedang Rufugee Camp step on thee scene

Bumdading bumdadadedang