Lirik Lagu It Just Don't Stop - The Roots
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
featuring Dice Raw
Hook:Dig it, this world is filled with homicides and rapeAll the crimes of hate just ain't the size and shapeYou can walk don't the block and get slumped or knockedIt don't stop y'all and it just don't stop (x2)
Black Thought:I leave the microphone intrigued with my practiceThis rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadnessWho knows what is concealed under the mattressRuegurs, losses and grindals when my minds in blacknessThen I act this way the beast unleashedRabbis, monks and priests always pray for peaceBut it's deceased now only lives the true realanceOpen up the mental deaths you rented through my palaceMy thoughts contain the plus sign plus the maliceNot equating to your Wonderland so fuck AliceMy style is hostile on the externalBut got plenty of love and warmth that's internalThe sin coronalSurfaces from whispers from the lowerMy noun like arks and 950 years of NoahYou're arch rivalYou burn a cross I burn the bibleBecause I'm liable, to do thisWhen my actions true thisBut I'd rather choose to use my dictionResurrect that blond blue eyed and put him through another crucifixionStay up in your jurisdiction (say what?)My depiction is the dramaThough these eyes I've seen the traumaHomicides in the source that was phenomenalWhen I find out who banged Muwan in his abdominalMet with Jesus to learn to Burns not commicalAt times this thing ain't logicalI gots to walk around with my brain on cockCause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop
Hook
Malik B (M-Ill-it-ant):My mentals in flame your brains will drainWhen I let the ink drip and then pass out a pink slipI think quick so check my methodologyMy stylagy is more ranty than anthropologyBetween your raw legs like it's gynecologyYou and your sorry ass style needs an apologyCause an earthquake and make you shake you need neurologyThese niggas kill me actin' like stars fuck they astrologyImagin' with my badge I snatch the pagentTurn your city to a smashing and grab itNow it's time to burn the maggots my message stronger than ElishaThat backslap the ass like your fatherWhy bother?Would any care for, lyrics I sling from my mic with cease your laughterMind of a bachelor to a masterWhat I thought that leaves you flabbergastedAsk you what's the matter bastard?These types of rhythms man you'd rather blast itYou hear the beats in jeeps over the weekendSilence is golden and niggas get killed just for speakin'The only deacon is death when ya left woundedLayin' on the ground and meet your doom quickI done been through the deserts of hell with Satin sittin' waitin'
Hook:Dig it, this world is filled with homicides and rapeAll the crimes of hate just ain't the size and shapeYou can walk don't the block and get slumped or knockedIt don't stop y'all and it just don't stop (x2)
Black Thought:I leave the microphone intrigued with my practiceThis rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadnessWho knows what is concealed under the mattressRuegurs, losses and grindals when my minds in blacknessThen I act this way the beast unleashedRabbis, monks and priests always pray for peaceBut it's deceased now only lives the true realanceOpen up the mental deaths you rented through my palaceMy thoughts contain the plus sign plus the maliceNot equating to your Wonderland so fuck AliceMy style is hostile on the externalBut got plenty of love and warmth that's internalThe sin coronalSurfaces from whispers from the lowerMy noun like arks and 950 years of NoahYou're arch rivalYou burn a cross I burn the bibleBecause I'm liable, to do thisWhen my actions true thisBut I'd rather choose to use my dictionResurrect that blond blue eyed and put him through another crucifixionStay up in your jurisdiction (say what?)My depiction is the dramaThough these eyes I've seen the traumaHomicides in the source that was phenomenalWhen I find out who banged Muwan in his abdominalMet with Jesus to learn to Burns not commicalAt times this thing ain't logicalI gots to walk around with my brain on cockCause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop
Hook
Malik B (M-Ill-it-ant):My mentals in flame your brains will drainWhen I let the ink drip and then pass out a pink slipI think quick so check my methodologyMy stylagy is more ranty than anthropologyBetween your raw legs like it's gynecologyYou and your sorry ass style needs an apologyCause an earthquake and make you shake you need neurologyThese niggas kill me actin' like stars fuck they astrologyImagin' with my badge I snatch the pagentTurn your city to a smashing and grab itNow it's time to burn the maggots my message stronger than ElishaThat backslap the ass like your fatherWhy bother?Would any care for, lyrics I sling from my mic with cease your laughterMind of a bachelor to a masterWhat I thought that leaves you flabbergastedAsk you what's the matter bastard?These types of rhythms man you'd rather blast itYou hear the beats in jeeps over the weekendSilence is golden and niggas get killed just for speakin'The only deacon is death when ya left woundedLayin' on the ground and meet your doom quickI done been through the deserts of hell with Satin sittin' waitin'
