Ital (The Universal Side) - The Roots

From the Illadelph side

From the New York side

To the Universal Side

From the Illadelph side

From the New York side

From the Universal Side

Abstract

I wanna be able to reach an MC

And reach a little child in the same degree

And my elders excel

I mean what the hell

We might as well bridge these gaps

In all before we fall in the fire

It's a million mc's upon a

Plan they call real tryin' to set it

Profess mic techniques illegit

Inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded

In their minds thus their rhymes are discredited

Check it out man

I use my music implemented

With jewels export tools

To inspire all those too cool

Fools who say screw school

'Cause they don't see the conspiracy

That's put here to trap you and me

You think you can get it

Y'all know the battle lieutenant

Be on some whole 'nother

Other finesse genetic

They say I get it from my

Mother so it's inhereditary

And very necessary to shine

Legendarily heavily refined

Contemporaries like The

Roots is so radit's like dage

Which bag did they come out of

And how can I get in it to win

It like a raffle ticket pick

And if you feelin' something

Guess who gets the sticking

I got this Ital style up close and personal

The first of all I violate I shall retaliate

We on point like decimal abstract now

MCin' while I'm breathin' MCin' is believin

That you can host a ceremony

And the dough is never phony

In fact it's quite therapeutic

Like B12 hypodermic needle

So shoot it

Lyrically elicit upstarts the explicit

Most wicked seven digit mic wizard

My tongue lash out and strike

With it just slightly might miss it

When I blast through your

Section and district the feminine

From the Illadelph side

From the New York side

To the Universal Side

C'mon c'mon

From the Illadelph side

From the New York side

To the Universal to the Universal

C'mon c'mon

In my formitive years by

My peers I was influenced

Until the instruments of time

Killed the congruent

I peeped the blue prints on

How to make true sense of MC's

Which are a nuisance I know just

What to do since I'm on another lev

Brothers is fakin' jacks and

Think they ready for the rev

But they got a lot to learn to

Make theri thoughts long term

'Cause on theri short

Cuts they made a wrong turn

Probably timelessly I construct the fear some

To rip your eardrum for many years to come

Professional style thinkin' rational to move wise

So hard it's a wonder y'all alive

And still breathin' niggaz is

Dead and not even

Perpetuatin' real life the sh*t kicked

Is real trife they fake bleedin'

It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin'

They cold actin' like heathens

When mics is picked up

Mc's scenes is kicked up

Like women with the gripper

Drinking moet 'till they hiccup

Fellas hustlin' picking bricks up

Fantasizin' about the illest stick up

But rip up the jam and we be truly impressed

On stage you won't need your tef vest

Only a mic with and a mic test

And at your best you get blessed

By the fans who profess

That they can relate with

The trials you tribulate

Or the pains you endure

Cause some cats is pure

Tell horors that are true but see cats like you

Y'all fake joints just to get a woo woo

The tear jerker you like that miracle worker

Whose miracle just ran out

I think it's time you pan out

Or just plain fade 'cause yo you played

We 'bout to drop on you like the everglades

From the Illadelph side from the New York side

To the Universal Side

C'mon

From the Illadelph side from the New York side

To the Universal Side

C'mon c'mon

From the Illadelph side from the New York side

To the Universal Side

C'mon

From the Illadelph side from the New York side

To the Universal Side

To the East coast Side to the West coast Side

To the Universal Side