Concerto Of The Desperado Lyrics

Song	Concerto Of The Desperado
Artist	The Roots
Album	Illadelph Halflife
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	Chorus：
	The concerto, of the desperado
	R-double-o-t-s check the flow
	If you know like i know then you know the motto
	That's all the fraud shit got to go/fake shit gots to go
	Verse one:
	In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro
	My poetry is set like a u.f.o.
	The maestro, the lyricist concerto
	My physical play the role of a vessel
	The level of my lyrics law manifesto
	My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
	Of a gorilla stronger than samson
	Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just
	Stimulate you like the best sensimilla
	The halflife the illadel-l-p-o-phila proceed
	Hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe-
	-reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper
	Deeper than the meditations of a hidden worshiper
	Unorthodox, hip-hop, minister
	Then a serengeti cheetah my thoughts with the
	You lose your balance when the sound hits ya
	So check for the, fifth militia
	A poet's under pressure stressing that you get the picture
	Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister
	I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher
	And take advantage of ya because you amateur
	Styles gunning down your sound man and manager
	What?? this how we do it in the year for nine-six
	With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit
	Breakin mc's down to fractions, tell your squadron
	It's time to go to war we spar reaction
	Chorus 2x
	Verse two:
	The implorer, the universe explorer
	Treat mc's like the cities of sodom and gomorrah
	Leavin these niggaz open like a box of pandora
	With styles that's newer than the world order
	Approximately three quarters of y'all are water
	I straight deport ya
	Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture
	The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image
	Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
	It's ill as a war and within it i'm the lieutenant
	That surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
	You fold like japan's futons and fans
	While i design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
	I crush a mountain into grands of sand
	Your pain stains the cannon of the mic inserted into the stand
	The desperado, that refuse to follow
	The lip afficianado, break you up into parts like a bottle
	I deep like the dark of the night
	Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
	They use the simple back and forth the same
	Old rhythm that's plain
	I'd rather ultramagnetize your brain
	It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
	Inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin nothin for us
	As we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadron
	It's time to go to war we spar reaction
	Chorus 2x

	Chorus:
	The concerto, of the desperado
	Rdoubleots check the flow
	If you know like i know then you know the motto
	That' s all the fraud shit got to go fake shit gots to go
	Verse one:
	In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro
	My poetry is set like a u. f. o.
	The maestro, the lyricist concerto
	My physical play the role of a vessel
	The level of my lyrics law manifesto
	My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
	Of a gorilla stronger than samson
	Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just
	Stimulate you like the best sensimilla
	The halflife the illadellpophila proceed
	Hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe
	reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper
	Deeper than the meditations of a hidden worshiper
	Unorthodox, hiphop, minister
	Then a serengeti cheetah my thoughts with the
	You lose your balance when the sound hits ya
	So check for the, fifth militia
	A poet' s under pressure stressing that you get the picture
	Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister
	I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher
	And take advantage of ya because you amateur
	Styles gunning down your sound man and manager
	What?? this how we do it in the year for ninesix
	With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit
	Breakin mc' s down to fractions, tell your squadron
	It' s time to go to war we spar reaction
	Chorus 2x
	Verse two:
	The implorer, the universe explorer
	Treat mc' s like the cities of sodom and gomorrah
	Leavin these niggaz open like a box of pandora
	With styles that' s newer than the world order
	Approximately three quarters of y' all are water
	I straight deport ya
	Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture
	The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image
	Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
	It' s ill as a war and within it i' m the lieutenant
	That surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
	You fold like japan' s futons and fans
	While i design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
	I crush a mountain into grands of sand
	Your pain stains the cannon of the mic inserted into the stand
	The desperado, that refuse to follow
	The lip afficianado, break you up into parts like a bottle
	I deep like the dark of the night
	Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
	They use the simple back and forth the same
	Old rhythm that' s plain
	I' d rather ultramagnetize your brain
	It' s the hiphop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
	Inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin nothin for us
	As we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadron
	It' s time to go to war we spar reaction
	Chorus 2x

	Chorus:
	The concerto, of the desperado
	Rdoubleots check the flow
	If you know like i know then you know the motto
	That' s all the fraud shit got to go fake shit gots to go
	Verse one:
	In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro
	My poetry is set like a u. f. o.
	The maestro, the lyricist concerto
	My physical play the role of a vessel
	The level of my lyrics law manifesto
	My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
	Of a gorilla stronger than samson
	Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just
	Stimulate you like the best sensimilla
	The halflife the illadellpophila proceed
	Hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe
	reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper
	Deeper than the meditations of a hidden worshiper
	Unorthodox, hiphop, minister
	Then a serengeti cheetah my thoughts with the
	You lose your balance when the sound hits ya
	So check for the, fifth militia
	A poet' s under pressure stressing that you get the picture
	Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister
	I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher
	And take advantage of ya because you amateur
	Styles gunning down your sound man and manager
	What?? this how we do it in the year for ninesix
	With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit
	Breakin mc' s down to fractions, tell your squadron
	It' s time to go to war we spar reaction
	Chorus 2x
	Verse two:
	The implorer, the universe explorer
	Treat mc' s like the cities of sodom and gomorrah
	Leavin these niggaz open like a box of pandora
	With styles that' s newer than the world order
	Approximately three quarters of y' all are water
	I straight deport ya
	Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture
	The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image
	Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
	It' s ill as a war and within it i' m the lieutenant
	That surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
	You fold like japan' s futons and fans
	While i design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
	I crush a mountain into grands of sand
	Your pain stains the cannon of the mic inserted into the stand
	The desperado, that refuse to follow
	The lip afficianado, break you up into parts like a bottle
	I deep like the dark of the night
	Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
	They use the simple back and forth the same
	Old rhythm that' s plain
	I' d rather ultramagnetize your brain
	It' s the hiphop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
	Inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin nothin for us
	As we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadron
	It' s time to go to war we spar reaction
	Chorus 2x

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