Common’s benefit concert in L.A. it all went down as Kanye made his first public performance since the VMA incident. He joined Common, Mos, and Kweli on stage and performed “Get Em High,” as well as “Make Her Say,”“Run This Town,” “Good Life” and “Flashing Lights.”
Welcome back Yeezy. Other guests including Ludacris, Nas, De La Soul, The Roots, Queen Latifah, and Heavy D. after the jump.
Artist: The Roots
Album: Do You Want More?!!!??! / From the Ground Up (Import)
Song: Distortion to Static
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Verse One: Black Thought]
Yo, I’m every MC, it’s all in me
That’s the way it is, when ya gotta be
Indeed as I distort I proceed, indeed
Gettin hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada
For tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo that don’t mean shit
Because my click’ll make a motherfucker sick
I flips, redder than pork, comin to New York to mix
(It’s Bob Powers) With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y
Magiccally I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, takin niggaz loot with dice
then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles
of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind, so I’m fine and five
Foot seven, inches in height
My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights
Frightening, like lightning
Flourescent, incandescent, evervescently
I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin matter
that’s makin tracks fatter, revolve around
Saturn like rings and brings swings, when I sings with bass
Then distort up in your face like mace
Bustin your dreams like gats with loaded magazines
I’m on the rap scene, repellin fellas like a vaccine
As I, rocks from under blunderin I’m not, lyrically
Ya get, shot, get caught so distort with Thought, for real
It’s the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin move fakin I isn’t
Niggaz can nah front, I’m poetically exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while you’re wonderin what is it
Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night
(Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic)
Like that y’all, and yo I’m flowin, my part of the song
It’s goin, it’s goin, it’s gone
Artist: The Roots
Album: Phrenology
Song: Water
Typed by: ehhviin@yahoo.com
[Black Thought]
South Philly, North Side
Oakland, Texas
Georgia, Black People
Yo, worldwide, this is for my my niggas
You know what I’m saying
Dumb and blind…
[Verse One: Black Thought]
They say a record ain’t nothing if it’s not touching
Gripping, draw you in closer make you want to listen to it
And if you real ill at making music
The listener feel like he livin’ through it
That’s how my nigga do it
I met Slacks back in like ’91 rapping
We went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin’
It ain’t last
I be in class dreaming ’bout
50,000 fans up in the stands screaming out
Encore, yo I’m headed back to Philly
Nigga you rollin’ with me?
I’m trying to get busy
We walked dogs that was off the chain
Lot of times at the shows people hardly came
I just took it in stride as part of the game
But inside people down with me started to change
It was a couple things, lil’ syrup, lil’ pills
Instead of riding out on the road you’d rather chill
I know the way the pleasure feel
I’m not judging
But still I’m on a mission, yo I’m not buggin’
I got fam that can’t stop druggin’, they can’t sleep
They can’t stick to one subject, they can’t eat
It’s people steady comin’ at me out in the street
Like ‘Riq, yo, what up with your peeps, it gets deep nigga
[Chorus]
Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high
Son you missin’ out on was passing you by
I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry
But not you and I my nigga
We got to get
Come on, over over the water
Come on, over over the water
Water, Water…
