The Roots - The Dark (Trinity) lyrics

(feat. Dice Raw & Greg p**n) [Verse 1 - Black Thought:] Mountain high and valley low and river wind and tunnel deep I have traveled chasing demons screaming all I find I keep If you don't pay like you weigh alright okay that's fine with me I'ma just spray my heat and say my piece and lay you down to sleep Ain't nobody tell you clowns to speak I'mma AK you down the street Draw that bump that's built for the riots see how quiet y'all can keep Ain't no wilding it ain't no problem It ain't no question it ain't no beef Cut that check then things are sweet I'ma go buy some diamond teeth I'll be damned if my setback gonna help you get back on your feet No surrender no retreat n***a we out here trying to eat Hashtag diamond dog tag Money bag, nice swag, pockets need an ice bag Toe tag, body bag n***as lose their lives sad Rockets in their flight path Breaking bad, making bad Choices out here thinking fast Smoking wet and drinking bad Soaking wet and sinking fast Shoot them n***as making cash Stick them n***as take their stash The law of gravity meets, the law of averages Ain't no sense in attempting to civilize savages Even though I wish I could be spared my embarra**ment I'm a n***a, other n***as pale in comparison We out in Paris yet but still a n***a perishing No idea how much time's left, f** trying to cherish it A life in times unchecked, now that's American Inherit the wind, pressure in everything [Verse 2 - Greg p**n:] The world ain’t ready for someone like me And life is s**, stress, drama and I’m hooked on all 3 I’d rather O.D. than be the next O.G You fronting for a who*e that already chose me One man revolution that’s supportin prostitution I’m trying pimp the game, where balling don’t mean hooping And riding don’t mean cruising It mean keep your b**h-a** moving If you ain’t built for bruising, redrum ain’t in your blueprint In a jungle made of concrete, every animal Jumanji On Eazy-E and PCP, a**-cash or EBT How you monetize pigeons on a power line On a road to the riches every dudes a dollar sign I don’t mind, I don’t mind, long as all the smoke is mine And the liquor store delivers faster than a Papa Johns And I heard that def-a** caller money’s on the other line The last episode of Good Times is my life [Verse 3 - Dice Raw:] It's a phrase they say in the streets when the young players meet: Get rich or die trying But the funny thing about that phrase to me Is that these little n***as be lying Cause don’t nobody wanna die But everybody trying to get rich though But the f**ed up thing about that These lil' n***as don’t how to get rich so I still run with those angels Man I still peep all those angles Speaking with guns, sticking in tongues Talking that Arabic and that Yiddish Riding them trains, stashing them chains, bangles Yeah I played all those games, though My tag on the wall, you n***as look up You can still see my name yo How did I end up where I’m at? It’s kind of hard to explain yo I remember all i wanted was a gold chain and a Kangol I remember all i wanted was a gold chain and some Jordans too Crossed that b**h, then I got that b**h Now all I want from her’s an abortion My mind filled with distortion My eyelids say caution Yeah I sold crack to get my soul back They say it’s gonna cost a fortune And I wonder if Allah take debit? ‘Cause a n***a got real bad credit If not I ain’t got a whole lot so a n***a like me just can forget it