Somebody's Got To Do It

The Roots

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    [Hook:]
    Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
    Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
    Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
    Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it
    Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
    And be there when the shit hits the fan
    I hope ya'll out there understand
    Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it

    [Riq Gees:]
    Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist
    Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is
    Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist
    My level headedness make it come off so effortless
    The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish
    Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
    My track record is hot shit, consecutive
    Smug, I got game just like a record executive
    A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen
    A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling
    Bet on Black
    Bet these cats that's all gelatin
    Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent
    Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin'
    Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in
    Smellin' your blood now I'm huntin'
    Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin?
    Oh, now it's nothin'
    Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning
    I flip like my name Turner
    That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner
    The raw sojourner for truth
    The mic burner

    [Repeat Hook]

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    [Jean Grae:]
    Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited
    Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton
    I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in-
    And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands
    Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves -
    So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different
    Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
    You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell
    They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell
    Before there was ain't hard to tell
    The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well
    Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight
    I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate
    I scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaks
    Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased
    The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots
    Will get smaller as I approach - so watch your stash box
    Fox logo if your fave is local
    Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo
    This is work niggas

    [Repeat Hook]

    [Mac:]
    I made it - ain't nobody believe in me
    But this rap game is like selling coke legally
    Ain't no innovations - that takes concentration
    Nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting
    Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics
    Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric
    Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache
    Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed
    The profit on kill if you let it
    Nigga's feeling energetic
    Wanna rumble - guns will come out
    Here come the paramedics
    I'm just trying to live like I've Devin
    Tired of my people failin'
    We all sin - the devil, what di I tell em
    Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy
    I see things vividly, ya'll vision is blurry
    Even if you hate - through my music you gone love
    Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly

    [Repeat Hook]

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