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The Roots - Stay cool
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[Black Thought] 
Bass for your face, highs for your eyes 
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise 
Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright 
Muh'fuckers Philly we up in here, we all live 
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin her heels 
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real 
She be pushin, pop vessel, and her shoes is ill 
But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel 
But it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to make 
Especially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cake 
I pump bass for y'all bathin apes, to get charged 
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large 
We in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit us 
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers 
Comin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlist 
Some of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this fool 

Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool) 
Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon 
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) 
(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) 
There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) 

[Black Thought] 
Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side 
The game stitched y'all I'm doin my job 
Go up against enormous odds 
Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet 
Funny son you threat, well I ain't shakin yet 
Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillin 
From the block where the crooked cops killin like a villain 
Children, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildings 
And brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions 
The stress, got me ignitin the potent marijuana leaf 
Tryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colony 
You feel the music know I'm over there probably 
Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me 
I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit 
It make you wanna make a new dance up 
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff 
It's not another sound system rockin steady as us 
And it's cool 

(Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha 
(Hey, hey) check it out, and just 
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) yeah 
(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) 
(Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) 

[Black Thought] 
Yeah, when I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase harass me 
They never ride past me, they really comin at me right 
They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be 
Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me 
Just, blast me in your box, play my shit 
I know it's crowded at the top, cause I'm on the tip 
And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get 
And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset 
But it's fine, re-gizzlin I'm back for mine 
In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' shine 
And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned 
The way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhyme 
It's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames 
I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James 
Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin for change 
I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chains 
And I'm cool 

(Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey) 
(Stay cool motherfuckers y'all know the rules) 
(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) 
(Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)