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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Roots
The Roots
Performer
Raphael Saadiq
Raphael Saadiq
Vocals
Leonard Hubbard
Leonard Hubbard
Bass Guitar
Angela Slates
Angela Slates
Vocals
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Kamal Gray
Kamal Gray
Keyboards
Questlove
Questlove
Drums
Spanky
Spanky
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Songwriter
Leonard Hubbard
Leonard Hubbard
Songwriter
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Songwriter
James Grey
James Grey
Songwriter
Raphael Saadiq
Raphael Saadiq
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Grand Negaz
The Grand Negaz
Producer
Raphael Saadiq
Raphael Saadiq
Producer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Richard Nichols
Richard Nichols
Mixing Engineer
Kelo
Kelo
Mixing Engineer
Dave Dashinger
Dave Dashinger
Recording Engineer
Jerry Brown
Jerry Brown
Recording Engineer
Questlove
Questlove
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Vince Reynolds
Vince Reynolds
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Never do What they do, what they do, what they do Never do What they do, what they do, what they do Yo, yo Lost generation, fast-paced nation World population confront they frustration The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken It's all contractual, and about money makin' Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation Exact replication and false representation You wanna be a man? Then stand your own To MC require skills, I demand some shown I let the frauds keep frontin' And roam like a cellular phone Far from home, givin' crowds what they wantin' Official hip-hop consumption, the Fifth thumpin' Keepin' ya party jumpin' with an original somethin' Yo, I dedicate this to the one-dimensional No imagination, excuse for perpetration My man came over and said, "Yo, we thought we heard you" Joke's on you, you heard a bitin' ass crew but, um Never do What they do, what they do, what they do Never do What they do, what they do, what they do Thin is the line that run between love and hatred The game is ill-natured, it's nothin' sacred Aiyo, it's funny what I see some rap niggas do to make it A few'll blow up, or go as far as they can take it My nine-to-five is just to hit ya, get the party live I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport Now the rhyme-sayin', rent payin' life support I take it very seriously within this industry It's various crews that try to touch me But I come with the beautiful thing And I bless the track plushly Around the world, crowds love me from doin' tours Recipient of applause from all of you and yours Creator of original sounds that's in the stores You take home to absorb and sweat it out your pores Now who can stop the music runnin' through these veins Infinitely go against the grain That's why my motto's to Never do What they do, what they do, what they do Never do What they do, what they do, what they do Livin' the life of limos and lights Airplanes and trains, short days and long nights Keyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicks And my mental thick, they hit my head like brick As I embark on a mission, welcomin' to the dark When I first spark the arts, when the listenin' start Open your head wide, and let the Thought inside My style fortified by all of Philadelph-i My delph more stealth than all the wicked wealth-i Mentality undetectable by the naked eye Then I get paid when the record is played To put it short, "I want it made" like Ed, 'nuff said Then after that, I'm puttin' on my cousin Hamed We let the ladies blend with the dark-skinned thoroughbred And discover My level is that of no other And Roots crew reign official and true, while I'm continuin' to Never do What they do, what they do, what they do Never do What they do, what they do, what they do
Writer(s): Tarik L. Collins, Ahmir K. Thompson, Leonard N. Hubbard, Raphael Saadiq, Jimmy Gray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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