Universe At War Lyrics
| Song | Universe At War |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | Illadelph Halflife |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leonard Hubbard/Black Thought | |
| U.N.I.Verse at war | |
| U.N.I.Verse at war, motherfucker | |
| We gonna do this | |
| Chi-town style, | |
| IlladelphYou know how we get down, you know the business | |
| Bringin' it straight to your chest | |
| Yessah, hah, yeah, break it down, one, two | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| Check it, 1, 2 | |
| RappersGet on the mic, talk about cars and clothes sounding like hoes | |
| Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples | |
| I'm from the state that is | |
| Ill, the rap son of man rotated down to | |
| PhilTo say what | |
| I feel, get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh | |
| War going on between the | |
| West and the | |
| EastOf the land niggaz don't own a piece | |
| Grease is the word, | |
| Murray slides some pimp oil to me | |
| My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie | |
| Throw your hands in the air if you the true and living | |
| Beware the new world order, the | |
| Devil's new religion | |
| Sent my homey to the number two division | |
| Sellin' bootleg movies, got my | |
| VCR on a evasive maneuver | |
| Be that as | |
| I chooses, drinkin' tropical | |
| It's just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches | |
| Nah, that ain't nothin', | |
| I would call my mother | |
| Nor do I call every nigga, my brother | |
| Gotta have | |
| Black Thought, it's sorta | |
| B like Malik | |
| So don't Question a | |
| Brother to the | |
| Roots, I get deep | |
| Yo enter the last era | |
| Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascara | |
| We operate within this artificial opera | |
| I bring hip hop terror like the | |
| Fuhrer, the | |
| Ace Ventura into the horror | |
| Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border | |
| I'll structure a style, destroy your whole aura | |
| Plus you're adrenalin'll rise before your eyes and mortalize | |
| My image hit the skies, deceive the | |
| Devil in disguise | |
| My music, | |
| I parenthesize, represent the wise | |
| Do this, be how we enterprise, kid, no compromise | |
| I'm thinkin' fast like drama, dyin', | |
| I wear your mind away like | |
| AlzheimerI pull a mic up out my bomber big up to | |
| BahamaThe | |
| A O, this year we leavin' 'em in trauma | |
| Then after me, | |
| I plan to leave behind, the legacy or history of the family | |
| The fifth dynasty for humanity to bear witness to this | |
| Del-val-syllable stylist | |
| You know the time, kid | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet | |
| Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid | |
| Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic | |
| The rock was typed graphic, now watch the mic blast it | |
| Shootin' at the stars with emphatic rap static | |
| See the mirror shatter from thoughts, | |
| I'm bustin' back at it | |
| The Lieutenant, the elephant, sippin' automatic | |
| Mic, rippin' | |
| Asiatic, architects out to have it | |
| The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary | |
| Exaggerated, niggaz is livin' highly medicated | |
| I used to love but now she violated | |
| Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated | |
| They outdated and incarcerated | |
| Loved and appreciated, hated and very debated | |
| For every career created was eliminated | |
| And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related | |
| As the block is divine, niggaz swing on in a safari | |
| Wild niggaz like | |
| I'm high on latari | |
| Some let the block block they mind if they could see what | |
| I seeGet out the city for a sec, be at the places | |
| I beHey, I'ma be back on the deck | |
| Opening business in places for you to cash your check | |
| My neck of the woods ain't all good, ain't all bad | |
| You can live in the burbs and still get had | |
| The sad part about it, niggaz had houses on the lake | |
| They tryin' to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate | |
| For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate | |
| Call each other 'cause, 'cause of how we relate | |
| I see way too many | |
| Cadillacs with dope man plates | |
| Through the wind and blow ups is how niggaz communicate | |
| Harmonizing through beepers and reefer | |
| The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole shit, bro, yeah |
| zuo qu : Leonard Hubbard Black Thought | |
| U. N. I. Verse at war | |
| U. N. I. Verse at war, motherfucker | |
| We gonna do this | |
| Chitown style, | |
| IlladelphYou know how we get down, you know the business | |
| Bringin' it straight to your chest | |
| Yessah, hah, yeah, break it down, one, two | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| Check it, 1, 2 | |
| RappersGet on the mic, talk about cars and clothes sounding like hoes | |
| Ain' t been exposed to the foes of most disciples | |
| I' m from the state that is | |
| Ill, the rap son of man rotated down to | |
| PhilTo say what | |
| I feel, get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh | |
| War going on between the | |
| West and the | |
| EastOf the land niggaz don' t own a piece | |
| Grease is the word, | |
| Murray slides some pimp oil to me | |
| My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie | |
| Throw your hands in the air if you the true and living | |
| Beware the new world order, the | |
| Devil' s new religion | |
| Sent my homey to the number two division | |
| Sellin' bootleg movies, got my | |
| VCR on a evasive maneuver | |
| Be that as | |
| I chooses, drinkin' tropical | |
| It' s just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches | |
| Nah, that ain' t nothin', | |
| I would call my mother | |
| Nor do I call every nigga, my brother | |
| Gotta have | |
| Black Thought, it' s sorta | |
| B like Malik | |
| So don' t Question a | |
| Brother to the | |
| Roots, I get deep | |
| Yo enter the last era | |
| Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascara | |
| We operate within this artificial opera | |
| I bring hip hop terror like the | |
| Fuhrer, the | |
| Ace Ventura into the horror | |
| Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border | |
| I' ll structure a style, destroy your whole aura | |
| Plus you' re adrenalin' ll rise before your eyes and mortalize | |
| My image hit the skies, deceive the | |
| Devil in disguise | |
| My music, | |
| I parenthesize, represent the wise | |
| Do this, be how we enterprise, kid, no compromise | |
| I' m thinkin' fast like drama, dyin', | |
| I wear your mind away like | |
| AlzheimerI pull a mic up out my bomber big up to | |
| BahamaThe | |
| A O, this year we leavin' ' em in trauma | |
| Then after me, | |
| I plan to leave behind, the legacy or history of the family | |
| The fifth dynasty for humanity to bear witness to this | |
| Delvalsyllable stylist | |
| You know the time, kid | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet | |
| Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid | |
| Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic | |
| The rock was typed graphic, now watch the mic blast it | |
| Shootin' at the stars with emphatic rap static | |
| See the mirror shatter from thoughts, | |
| I' m bustin' back at it | |
| The Lieutenant, the elephant, sippin' automatic | |
| Mic, rippin' | |
| Asiatic, architects out to have it | |
| The turn of the century, the planet' s like a penitentiary | |
| Exaggerated, niggaz is livin' highly medicated | |
| I used to love but now she violated | |
| Hiphop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated | |
| They outdated and incarcerated | |
| Loved and appreciated, hated and very debated | |
| For every career created was eliminated | |
| And that' s the way the balance of yin and yang related | |
| As the block is divine, niggaz swing on in a safari | |
| Wild niggaz like | |
| I' m high on latari | |
| Some let the block block they mind if they could see what | |
| I seeGet out the city for a sec, be at the places | |
| I beHey, I' ma be back on the deck | |
| Opening business in places for you to cash your check | |
| My neck of the woods ain' t all good, ain' t all bad | |
| You can live in the burbs and still get had | |
| The sad part about it, niggaz had houses on the lake | |
| They tryin' to move us out, the land we ain' t appreciate | |
| For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate | |
| Call each other ' cause, ' cause of how we relate | |
| I see way too many | |
| Cadillacs with dope man plates | |
| Through the wind and blow ups is how niggaz communicate | |
| Harmonizing through beepers and reefer | |
| The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole shit, bro, yeah |
| zuò qǔ : Leonard Hubbard Black Thought | |
| U. N. I. Verse at war | |
| U. N. I. Verse at war, motherfucker | |
| We gonna do this | |
| Chitown style, | |
| IlladelphYou know how we get down, you know the business | |
| Bringin' it straight to your chest | |
| Yessah, hah, yeah, break it down, one, two | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| Check it, 1, 2 | |
| RappersGet on the mic, talk about cars and clothes sounding like hoes | |
| Ain' t been exposed to the foes of most disciples | |
| I' m from the state that is | |
| Ill, the rap son of man rotated down to | |
| PhilTo say what | |
| I feel, get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh | |
| War going on between the | |
| West and the | |
| EastOf the land niggaz don' t own a piece | |
| Grease is the word, | |
| Murray slides some pimp oil to me | |
| My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie | |
| Throw your hands in the air if you the true and living | |
| Beware the new world order, the | |
| Devil' s new religion | |
| Sent my homey to the number two division | |
| Sellin' bootleg movies, got my | |
| VCR on a evasive maneuver | |
| Be that as | |
| I chooses, drinkin' tropical | |
| It' s just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches | |
| Nah, that ain' t nothin', | |
| I would call my mother | |
| Nor do I call every nigga, my brother | |
| Gotta have | |
| Black Thought, it' s sorta | |
| B like Malik | |
| So don' t Question a | |
| Brother to the | |
| Roots, I get deep | |
| Yo enter the last era | |
| Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascara | |
| We operate within this artificial opera | |
| I bring hip hop terror like the | |
| Fuhrer, the | |
| Ace Ventura into the horror | |
| Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border | |
| I' ll structure a style, destroy your whole aura | |
| Plus you' re adrenalin' ll rise before your eyes and mortalize | |
| My image hit the skies, deceive the | |
| Devil in disguise | |
| My music, | |
| I parenthesize, represent the wise | |
| Do this, be how we enterprise, kid, no compromise | |
| I' m thinkin' fast like drama, dyin', | |
| I wear your mind away like | |
| AlzheimerI pull a mic up out my bomber big up to | |
| BahamaThe | |
| A O, this year we leavin' ' em in trauma | |
| Then after me, | |
| I plan to leave behind, the legacy or history of the family | |
| The fifth dynasty for humanity to bear witness to this | |
| Delvalsyllable stylist | |
| You know the time, kid | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet | |
| Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid | |
| Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic | |
| The rock was typed graphic, now watch the mic blast it | |
| Shootin' at the stars with emphatic rap static | |
| See the mirror shatter from thoughts, | |
| I' m bustin' back at it | |
| The Lieutenant, the elephant, sippin' automatic | |
| Mic, rippin' | |
| Asiatic, architects out to have it | |
| The turn of the century, the planet' s like a penitentiary | |
| Exaggerated, niggaz is livin' highly medicated | |
| I used to love but now she violated | |
| Hiphop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated | |
| They outdated and incarcerated | |
| Loved and appreciated, hated and very debated | |
| For every career created was eliminated | |
| And that' s the way the balance of yin and yang related | |
| As the block is divine, niggaz swing on in a safari | |
| Wild niggaz like | |
| I' m high on latari | |
| Some let the block block they mind if they could see what | |
| I seeGet out the city for a sec, be at the places | |
| I beHey, I' ma be back on the deck | |
| Opening business in places for you to cash your check | |
| My neck of the woods ain' t all good, ain' t all bad | |
| You can live in the burbs and still get had | |
| The sad part about it, niggaz had houses on the lake | |
| They tryin' to move us out, the land we ain' t appreciate | |
| For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate | |
| Call each other ' cause, ' cause of how we relate | |
| I see way too many | |
| Cadillacs with dope man plates | |
| Through the wind and blow ups is how niggaz communicate | |
| Harmonizing through beepers and reefer | |
| The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole conceptor | |
| When you and | |
| I verse at war | |
| And your verse at core for what you thought before | |
| Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore | |
| The next level or level of the whole shit, bro, yeah |
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