The Roots – The Ultimate lyrics

Black*Thought speaks and makes crowd respond for a minute and 15 sec [Black.*

Thought] Yo
my definition is a lyricist for hire My
vocal's a passport that never expire Crowd
loud like fifty rounds of gun fire Screamin
out "The Roots" while I balance wit the wire Yo
expert, in this profession the, session In
1987 I, linked up wit the Uestion? Eleven
years later we shared crop wit Geffen In
musical hell but, hip-hop forever heaven My
thoughts interwoven, and deep like Beethoven This
foul world so filled of s t**it like a clogged up colon Swollen
wit minds that got stolen Fake-a
cops** uncontrollable, patrolmen Torture
blood, flow like bodies of water Fathers
sexually assaultin they own daughter Out
of sync outta, order like a puzzle In
the land of the unseen hand that hold juggle In
a Game of Life yo, it's hard to roll a double Tryin
times take, lives and separate couples Kids
thinkin they grown tellin, they moms "Fuck you" Under
they breath livin, in the last times left Peep
the imagery stretch across the sky like a canvas And
we're the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes of darkness Time
to set it off let's, spark this Switzerland
let's, spark this We!!
are the ultimate (rock-rockin it) We
are the ultimate (rock-rockin it) We
are the ultimate rock-rockin, it rock-rockin, it rock-rockin, it We
are the ultimate (rock-rockin it) We
are the ultimate louder (rock-rockin! it) We
are the ultimate (Rock-rockin
it) C'mon (Rock-rockin it) C'mon (Rock-rockin it) Yo
my definition is a lyricist for hire You
couldn't have a clue it's, about to transpire The
books I buy live arms I? wire The?
Fifth similar, to ghetto gospel choir We
ex-plore the whole states plus record In
flight buds trip, that was a prisoner in war Four-four
the corridor seal, it no, floor But
I could see the drop was a mile aboard To
the bottom electrical, shock for rhymes I
said "I don't got em" guess, it kinda presented a problem When
I understood they, said "Let him go" I
woke during, a center to London-Heathrow And
now wit a past fuckin, wit border patrol I'm
findin it out I'm, leakin wit my people Hit
the studio spread, this information In
daze of frustration fogged the education From
>Illa-Fifth to Switzerland destination The
Roots du journ go, check the translation The
dictionary of devout topics far, from ebonics The
Fifth Dynast they, can't stop it Yo
Zurlich y'all keep it tight heed While
The Roots Crew smoke weed Yo
we, are the ultimate (rock-rockin it) We
are the ultimate say, what (rock-rockin? it) We
are the ultimate c'mon, (Rock-rockin
it) C'mon c'mon rock-rockin it rock-rockin, it We
are the ultimate (rock-rockin it) We
are the ultimate louder (rock-rockin it) We
are the ultimate louder (Rock-rockin
it) C'mon rock-rockin it rock-rockin, it They
go Thought *starts humming and Scratch does his thing Crowd*
*cheers