Proceed 2 - Live at Blue Note NYC

Woo!

Make it rain, mother, come on, come on

Make it rain, mother, come on, come on

Make it rain, mother, come on, come on

Make it rain, mother, come on, come on

BG is in the house

Said my name is BG, I'm coolin' out

We in the house, we coolin' out

Godfather Rahzel is in the house

Said my man Mark Ronson is in the house

We coolin' out, we in the house

Said my man JP is in the house

Let you know what it's about, we in the house

Said my man Big Thad is in the house

We coolin' out, let you know what it's 'bout

Said my man Uncle Chief is in the house

Check it out, ayo

I can make you dance, I can make you shout

The scripts and the scrolls turn the whole party out

Inject my lyrics in a set with dialect

Why a set? Because it's from the highest I in depth

Rap extort, man fear me never ever

See through because I be true, my leaks together

Once I get a hunch the deads of pain drains swells

Niggas'll claim terror but they never parallel

Look, I get a hunch and just seize the front

Then I crunch the whole bunch in one big munch

I always stand firm under any term

Actions never squirm, my tracks is perm

I have a tendency to defend as MC

My residency simply instancy

I makes it different, on different continents of Earth I pivot

It seems extreme and exquisite, askin' "Is it?"

My style's like a cat from a '70s flick

Talkin' jive as he strut with his afro pick

Or a predator just before he stalks his prey

When I talk this way, I do this may

See you're puzzled, now how I think and try to juggle

My mind's like a nine M double, now there's trouble

The Roots bringin' styles in all types of creeds

I sign off, but I shall proceed

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

We could get fly, we could get fly

We could get fly, that's the anthem of my

Crew not to glorify but I'm sorta high

Troubles of the world bring tears to my eye

Wonder why my man can't vaccinate, y'all know the fate

Similar to the way I'm a disease on tape

Yo, you know the world's in such a violent state

To escape reality, many mics I take

To spell words over pages, styles over phrases

From the world's different stages for crowds of different ages

Though not a nova, you'll witness like Jehovah

How brothers beg for lyrical play to pass 'em over, right?

Junkers is like stick-up kids doin' bids

You got caught into the black thought

I interface with bass when I communicate

Crowds I elevate to another mind state

Rap thinkin', musically the black thinkin' rhythm

Therefore, I give 'em what I'm givin'

Therefore, I give 'em what I'm givin', that's the hardcore

The Roots'll keep it real for sure and I shall proceed

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

I shall proceed and continue to rock the mic

Look, rockin' on the microphone, I do this well

On the microphone, I do this well

Rockin' on the microphone, I do this well

On the microphone, I do this well

Rockin' on the microphone, I do this well

On the microphone, I do this well

Yeah, y'all know I do this well

Roots crew from Illadelph

Ayo, shout out to my man Maddy C

Legend

I want y'all to give yourselves a big round of

Applause for being such a beautiful audience so far

Woo!

Holdin' us down

We're not done