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 pa**port 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 sh** 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 s**ually a**aultin 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 "f** you" Under they breath, livin in the last times left Peep the imagery ?strep?, 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 ? And now wit a past, f**in 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*