The Roots
Somebody`s Gotta Do It Lyrics
[Hook]
Somebody`s gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody`s gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody`s gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it`s a fucked up job but somebody`s gotta do it
Somebody`s gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope y`all out there understand
Look man it`s a fucked up job, but somebody`s gotta do it
[Riq Gees]
Yeah y`all, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist
Raw, that`s what every soldier in my collective is
Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist
My level headedness make it come off so effortless
The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish
Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
My track record is hot shit, consecutive
Smug, I got game just like a record executive
A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen
A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling
Bet on Black
Bet these cats that`s all gelatin
Will fall back spittin` them raps that`s unintelligent
Raps that cap, rabid rattlin` out the gattlin`
Crippling rhymes whistlin` past, blow you back in
Smellin` your blood now I`m huntin`
Blowin` your front in for frontin` what up cousin?
Oh, now it`s nothin`
Yo, you can`t go beyond a point of no returning
I flip like my name Turner
That`s for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner
The raw sojourner for truth
The mic burner
[Repeat Hook]
[Jean Grae]
Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited
Others just rentin` it like rooms at the Sheraton
I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in-
And y`all cold like a show in the Netherlands
Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves -
So I don`t form pals - conform to norms - morals different
Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I`m liquid
You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell
They`ll just richochette nigga aura`s hard as hell
Before there was ain`t hard to tell
The mic`s cycle coincided right with mine as well
Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight
I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate
I scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaks
Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased
The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots
Will get smaller as I approach - so watch your stash box
Fox logo if your fave is local
Get bruised till you`re the color of the Laker`s logo
This is work niggaz
[Repeat Hook]
[Mac]
I made it - ain`t nobody believe in me
But this rap game is like selling coke legally
Ain`t no innovations - that takes concentration
Nigga`s celebrating not knowing the time they wasting
Killin` mics is one of my aesthetics
Rip very live so I`m an entertainer like Cedric
Shit they play on radio`s now give me a headache
Can`t slow me down I know where I`m headed
The profit on kill if you let it
Nigga`s feeling energetic
Wanna rumble - guns will come out
Here come the paramedics
I`m just trying to live like I`ve Devin
Tired of my people failin`
We all sin - the devil, what di I tell em
Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy
I see things vividly, y`all vision is blurry
Even if you hate - through my music you gone love
Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly
[Repeat Hook]
