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Universe At War
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Roots
The Roots
Performer
Common
Common
Vocals
Leonard Hubbard
Leonard Hubbard
Bass Guitar
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Kamal Gray
Kamal Gray
Keyboards
Questlove
Questlove
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
Leonard Hubbard
Leonard Hubbard
Songwriter
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Songwriter
Marion Lewis
Marion Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Richard Nichols
Richard Nichols
Mixing Engineer
Kelo
Kelo
Mixing Engineer
Chaos
Chaos
Mixing Engineer
Paul Smith
Paul Smith
Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

featuring Common Intro: Common Yeah, U.N.I.Verse at war U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse) at war motherf**ker We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war) Illadelph, you know how we get down You know the business (Illtown illanoid) Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com) Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category) Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it) Chorus: 2X When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War) And your verse at core, for what you thought before Steppin up into a zone you should never explore The next level or, level of the whole conceptor Verse One: Check it, rappers Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes Sounding like hoes Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel War, going on between the West and the East Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh of the land, niggaz don't own a piece Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion Sent my homey to the number two division Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver at a table with sophisticated bitches Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga my brother Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik So don't Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep Verse Two: Yo, enter the last era and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era Your scholarship into the world of politics I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer The Ace Ventura into the horror Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border I'll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura Plus you're a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes and mortalize, my image hit the skies Deceive the devil in disguise My music I parenthesize Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin fast like drama Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy or history of the family, the fifth dynasty For humanity, to bear witness to this Del-val-syllable stylist You know the time kid Chorus 2X Verse Three: Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin back at it Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated I Used to Love but now she violated They outdated and incarcerated Loved and appreciated hated and very debated And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related For every career created was eliminated Verse Four: Common As the block is de-vine Niggaz swing on in a safari Wild niggaz, like I'm high on latari Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad Business in places for you to cash your check The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake You can live in the burbs, and still get had They tryin to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate Call each other 'cause cause of how we relate For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate Harmonizing through beeper and reefer The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper Chorus 4X
Writer(s): Tarik L. Collins, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Mel Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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