Rising Down

VERSE 1 (Mos Def):
Every anywhere, heights, plains, peaks or valleys/
Entrances, exits, vestibules and alleys/
Winding roads that test the firm nerve/
Fortune or fatal behind the blind curve/
The engine oil purr, lights flash to a blur/
Speed work through the earth make your motor go "scurrr/"
Tonight at noon watch a bad moon risin'/
Identities in crisis and conflict diamonds/
Blindin', starin' at lights till they cryin'/
Bone gristle poppin' from continuous grindin'/
Grapes of wrath in a shapely glass/
Ingredients influential on your ways and acts/
Zero tolerance to raise the tax/
It don't matter how your gates is latched/
You ain't safe from the danger jack/
Made it way before they made the map/
Or a G-P-S this is D-E-F/
Leader!/

CHORUS (Dice Raw):
I know where I'm goin even when its dark, I'm led down that road/
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)
You don't see that somethings wrong, earth's spinnin' outta control/
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)
Everything's for sale even the souls, someone get God on the phone/
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)
Northside nigga southside.../
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)
Shits poppin' off worldwide.../
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)

VERSE 2 (Black Thought):
Between the greenhouse gases, an earth spinnin' off its axis/
Got mother nature doin' back flips/
The natural disasters, its like 80 degrees in Alaska/
You in trouble if you not an Onasis/
It ain't hard to tell that the conditions is drastic/
Just turn on the telly check for the news flashin'/
How you want it bagged, paper or plastic?/
Lost in translation or just lost in traffic/
Yo I don't wanna floss I done lost my passion
An I ain't tryin' to climb yo i lost my traction/
They makin' me break my contents under pressure/
Do not shake, I'm workin while the boss relaxin'/
Here come Mr. tax man, he leavin a fraction, give me back some/
Matter fact, next pay check it's like that son/
I'll fuck around and have to hurt a few men/
They probably chalk it up as a disturbin' new trend/
Hello../

CHORUS (Dice Raw):
I know where I'm goin even when its dark, I'm led down that road/
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)
You don't see that somethings wrong, earth's spinnin' outta control/
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)
Everything's for sale even the souls, someone get God on the phone/
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)
Northside nigga southside.../
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)
Shits poppin' off worldwide.../
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)


VERSE 3 (Styles P):
Should I say hello, or should I say that hell is low/
Am I nigga or a niggero?/
I'm an African American/
They sell drugs in the hood but the man he move the medicine/
He'll prescribe you Augmen for everything/
A little stuffy nose, tell you get some Claritin/
You know I'm hip to it/
And its hard to claim the land when my great great great grands was shipped to it/
Look at technology, they call it downloadin'/
I call it downsizin' somebody follow me/
Does a computer chip have an astrology?/
And when it fuck up could it give you an apology?/
Should it say hello or should I say goodbye/
Try to understand how smart and how hood am I/
It don't matter though, until we learn that the world don't turn right/
We all oughta scatter though/

CHORUS (Dice Raw):
I know where I'm goin even when its dark, I'm led down that road/
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)
You don't see that somethings wrong, earth's spinnin' outta control/
(Hello-hello-hello-hello…)
Everything's for sale even the souls, someone get God on the phone
(Hello...)

So ill... I love Black Thought's shit and Mos Def is killer as usual. The new disc has about 5 or 6 GREAT tracks on it, better then Game Theory which had only 2 or 3 real good tracks. ?uestlove is at his best too, I'm liking some of the real dirty throwback monosynth basslines they've got on here, really retro. As with all Roots, it sounds like you should listen to it spinning on a record through a big ass pair of headphones in a hazy room with nice wood paneling, some of those 60s pod-chairs and a beautiful mixed dark-skinned girl rolling a dutch.