Ya’ll Know Who! chords by The Roots
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Am
I'm the ultimate,
the rhyme imperial
I'm better but some don't
believe though
But I'm a proven hot
Y'all know the legendary Roots crew
Verse 2
Am
Here we go Ock,
watch my material knock
Dm
Y'all Tonka toys straight
out the cereal box
Am
Dm
Am
Down low covert ops feel or not
Throw your mitts up we
Dm
'bout to thicken the plot
E
My name
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Verse 3
Am
is D- you- N- D- S- P,
The Mic specialist
Laid back how it come off
it seems effortless
I mac Nicholas, like a me St.
Flow excellent,
Verse 4
my movement the next testament
Am
Rhinoceros in the raps of far we
Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party
I'm the MC that MC's aspire to be
Back to do it to death til
ya tired of me
Verse 5
Am
Now who the number one best
The never pop nothin'
sound like the rest
C'mon you know I am em
Raw like dark denim,
Dm
Am
with a soft spot for smart women,
Verse 6
Am
Green trees and white linen
The black thought was a monster
Dm
from the beginnin'
Am
Dm
Am
Wreak spit venom, raw core shit I pinnin'
It's my time and it's
long overdo
Verse 7
Am
Now who's comin through y'all know who
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[Repeat: x3] Y'all
Verse 8
Am
Dm
know the legendary
Am
Dm
roots crew
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Word up
Am
Black Th-
Dm
Am
idought, code name ?
Dm
Fake MC's get stuck with pitch
Am
forks
From rollerbladin' on thin ice
like it's a rink
Dm
Am
Picklehead cats is join, they don't think
Verse 9
Ya not sleepin' that a long
ass blink money
Dm
Ya little chicken thick but
Am
her breath stink
Verse 10
Nothin' y'all spittin' is interesting
Am
Dm
Y'all not Black Thought,
Am
nor the next best thing
Dm
Plug bullshit start a kid thuggish
Am
Go ahead get ya thing off son,
I just love it
It manifests a style thou shall
Verse 11
not covet
Am
And none of y'all rappers
Dm
Am
want no parts of it
Who the steppin' razor,
like Peter Ti- dosh
Dm
My nine speak soft my thought
Am
Dm
s is Molotov
Am
You cut like that then fuck
Dm
it we all can toss
Verse 12
Am
Dm
And who gonna shine
Am
when all y'all take a loss
It's the boar,
it's similar tan as Dice Raw
Dm
Am
Its big spawn kids cohap the quick draw
We heavyweight blowin'
Dm
Am
'em out the picture
Verse 13
For real, for real
Dm
Who comin' to get y'all
Am
Mix
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Step into
Dm
the spot the venue is empty
Verse 14
Dm
5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzy
Packed up to the maximum occupancy
Am
Dm
Give me the mic I got a Jones like Quincy
Am
Break down the barriers
Dm
don't try to fence me
Verse 15
Dm
Let the ladies in the front
Am
get pressed against me
Dm
Peepin', brothers on stage
ten deep- an'
Am
24 out the 18 straight leapin'
Duck season,
Dm
Am
Thought bust the heat seakin'
Dm
Mission make y'all feel this and keep leakin'
Verse 16
Am
Bang this in the hoods
Dm
Am
Like stolen goods, keep reachin'
Dm
Am
New soundwave street sweepin'
Verse 17
Dm
I walk upon water like Run D 'em
Am
Dm
Am
Cash Money maintainin' the cut
Dm
It's our time and it's long overdue
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Who comin' through y'all know
Am
Dm
Am
who
Verse 18
Am
[Repeat: x3] Y'all
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
know the legendary roots crew
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Word up
Am
Black
Dm
Am
Th- idought, code name ?
Dm
Am
Fake MC's get stuck
Dm
with pitchforks
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
From rollerbladin' on thin ice
Am
Dm
Am
like it's a rink
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Ya’ll Know Who!
The Roots
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