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The Roots - Here I Come (Feat. Dice Raw & Malik B)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Dice Raw
Dice Raw
Voix supplémentaires
Malik B.
Malik B.
Chant
Black Thought
Black Thought
Voix supplémentaires
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Richard Nichols
Richard Nichols
Composition
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Composition
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Composition
Malik Smart
Malik Smart
Composition
K. Gray
K. Gray
Composition
L. Hubbard
L. Hubbard
Composition
K. Douglas
K. Douglas
Composition
F. Walker
F. Walker
Composition
Karl Jenkins
Karl Jenkins
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Roots
The Roots
Production
Richard Nichols
Richard Nichols
Production
Owen Biddle
Owen Biddle
Production complémentaire
Pedro Martinez
Pedro Martinez
Production complémentaire
Brook D'Leau
Brook D'Leau
Production complémentaire
Jon Smeltz
Jon Smeltz
Ingénierie de prise de son
Russell Elevado
Russell Elevado
Ingénierie de prise de son
Robert Dorsey
Robert Dorsey
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jason Goldstein
Jason Goldstein
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

He said, "Yeah, you better come out with Your hands up, we got you surrounded" I'm in the back, changing my outfit He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in" I said "Wait, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come You boys get ready, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come" He said, "Yeah, you better come out with Your hands up, we got you surrounded" I'm in the back, changing my outfit He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in" I said "Wait, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come You boys get ready, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come, yeah" Uh, I'm soul brother 100 How much charisma could another one stomach? If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning Or wise, if I come outside, I'm not running Stone lone wolf of the pack, the unwanted I really got nothin' to hide, I'm 'bout cuttin' Go out in a blaze, wouldn't pop one button I'ma murk, half hurt, leave the cop dogs huntin' The pretty black one in the group, the smooth villain Under fire 'cause I'm pennin' the words that move millions Slide right in front of your eyes, true brilliance It's a new bad moon on the rise, who feelin' it? New true skill in it y'all, The Roots still in it Ready plus willin', it's all the true killer shit You know we got 'em involved, we too diligent They say the music is strong and too militant He said, "Yeah, you better come out with Your hands up, we got you surrounded" I'm in the back, changing my outfit He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in" I said "Wait, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come You boys get ready, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come, yeah" Black Inc, raw life in this whatchamacallit Weed smokin' junkie alcoholic One foot in the grave, one foot in the toilet Still I'm onstage, in front of an audience Disturbing the peace, and the local ordinance This pimp shit popping, I need coordinates My ETA, I'll arrive by morning Money long like the arms on Alonzo Mourning Vampire chicks suck blood, dusk to dawn and Waitin' to catch me sleep but I'm not yawnin' They in the VIP, at the Garden They gon jump me when I stop performing I got something for them behind the organ I always roll deep with my squadron The sheriff out front gon' sic the dogs in That nigga talkin 'bout he got warrants He said, "Yeah, you better come out with Your hands up, we got you surrounded" I'm in the back, changing my outfit He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in" I said "Wait, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come You boys get ready, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come, yeah" I'm in the darkness, heartless, fuck you regardless Move with hardness, y'all just pressin' charges It's often injury, floss and force my entry This penitentiary, knockin' up niggas for centuries It's elementary like KRS and evidently Incidents they all stress, I'm lawless That's my problem, evolve and never solve them Chill in Harlem, bang you, bring you stardom You full of boredom, bastard, you been aborted Bring your neck out, bring the Tec out, absorb it See you check out, and then step out the orbit Blow your flesh out 'til I'm fresh out my torment Street apostle, pop shit, preach the gospel Still I'm hostile, sippin' a deuce when possible Turn into a monster, grouchy, gimme the Oscar Hit you like vodka, then screech off in a Mazda He said, "Yeah, you better come out with Your hands up, we got you surrounded" I'm in the back, changing my outfit He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in" I said "Wait, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come You boys get ready, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come" He said, "Yeah, you better come out with Your hands up, we got you surrounded" I'm in the back, changing my outfit He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in" I said "Wait, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come You boys get ready, 'cause here I come Here I come, here I come"
Writer(s): Richard Nichols, Malik Smart, Karl B. Jenkins, Ahmir K. Thompson, Tarik L. Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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