• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Ultimate - Roots
• The Ultimate - The Roots
• The Ultimate High - Major Accident
• The Ultimate - Artifacts
• The Ultimate High - Nature

[Black Thought speaks and makes crowd respond for a minute and 15 sec.]
[Black Thought:]
Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire
My vocal's a passport that never expire
Crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire
Screamin out "The Roots" while I balance with the wire
Yo, expert in this profession, the session
In 1987, I linked up with the? uestion
Eleven years later we shared crop with Geffen
In musical hell, but hip-hop forever heaven
My thoughts, interwoven and deep like Beethoven
This foul world so filled of shit it like a clogged up colon
Swollen with minds that got stolen
Fake-ass cops, uncontrollable patrolmen
Torture, blood flow like bodies of water
Fathers sexually assaultin they own daughter
Out of sync, outta order like a puzzle
In the land of the unseen hand that hold juggle
In a Game of Life, yo it's hard to roll a double
Tryin times, take lives and separate couples
Kids thinkin they grown, tellin they moms "Fuck you"
Under they breath, livin in the last times left
Peep the imagery stretch across the sky like a canvas
And we're the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes of darkness
Time to set it off, let's spark this
Switzerland, LET'S SPARK THIS!
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER! (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE
(Rock-rockin it) C'mon (Rock-rockin it) C'mon (Rock-rockin it)
Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire
You couldn't have a clue, it's about to transpire
The books I buy live arms? I wire?
The Fifth, similar to ghetto gospel choir
We ex-plore the whole states plus record
In flight buds, trip that was a prisoner in war
Four-four the corridor, seal it, no floor
But I could see the drop was a mile aboard
To the bottom, electrical shock for rhymes
I said "I don't got em", guess it kinda presented a problem
When I understood, they said "Let him go"
I woke, during a center to London-Heathrow
And now with a past, fuckin with border patrol
I'm findin it out, I'm linkin with my people
Hit the studio, spread this information
In daze of frustration spark the education
From Illa-Fifth to Switzerland destination
The Roots du journ, go check the translation
The dictionary of hip hop topics, far from ebonics
The Fifth Dynast, they can't stop it
Yo Zurlich y'all keep it tight heed
While The Roots Crew smoke weed
Yo, we are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE, say what? (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE, c'mon
(Rock-rockin it) C'mon c'mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER
(Rock-rockin it) C'mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it
They go [Thought starts humming and Scratch does his thing]

*Black Thought speaks and makes crowd respond for a minute and 15 sec.*
[Black Thought]
Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire
My vocal's a passport that never expire
Crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire
Screamin out "The Roots" while I balance wit the wire
Yo, expert in this profession, the session
In 1987, I linked up wit the ?uestion
Eleven years later we shared crop wit Geffen
In musical hell, but hip-hop forever heaven
My thoughts, interwoven and deep like Beethoven
This foul world so filled of shit it like a clogged up colon
Swollen wit minds that got stolen
Fake-ass cops, uncontrollable patrolmen
Torture, blood flow like bodies of water
Fathers sexually assaultin they own daughter
Out of sync, outta order like a puzzle
In the land of the unseen hand that hold juggle
In a Game of Life, yo it's hard to roll a double
Tryin times, take lives and separate couples
Kids thinkin they grown, tellin they moms "Fuck you"
Under they breath, livin in the last times left
Peep the imagery ?strep?, across the sky like a canvas
And we're the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes of darkness
Time to set it off, let's spark this
Switzerland, LET'S SPARK THIS!!
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER! (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE
(Rock-rockin it) C'mon (Rock-rockin it) C'mon (Rock-rockin it)
Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire
You couldn't have a clue, it's about to transpire
The books I buy live arms ?I wire?
The Fifth, similar to ghetto gospel choir
We ex-plore the whole states plus record
In flight buds, trip that was a prisoner in war
Four-four the corridor, seal it, no floor
But I could see the drop was a mile aboard
To the bottom, electrical shock for rhymes
I said "I don't got em", guess it kinda presented a problem
When I understood, they said "Let him go"
I woke, during a center to London ?
And now wit a past, fuckin wit border patrol
I'm findin it out, I'm leakin wit my people
Hit the studio, spread this information
In daze of frustration fogged the education
>From Illa-Fifth to Switzerland destination
The Roots du journ, go check the translation
The dictionary of devout topics, far from ebonics
The Fifth Dynast, they can't stop it
Yo Zurlich y'all keep it tight heed
While The Roots Crew smoke weed
Yo, we are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE, say what? (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE, c'mon
(Rock-rockin it) C'mon c'mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it
We are the ULTIMATE (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER (rock-rockin it)
We are the ULTIMATE LOUDER
(Rock-rockin it) C'mon rock-rockin it, rock-rockin it
They go *Thought starts humming and Scratch does his thing*
*Crowd cheers*

The ultimate ride, the ultimate high.
I wanna reach up, and touch the sky.
Your mind's a mist, can't take the pace,
Your brain's behind in second place.
A group of friends, the adrenaline flows.
The pressure's on, will your bottle go.
Round and round you wait your turn.
It's getting close, your stomach churns.
One deep breath and take the plunge,
Now your playing with a loaded gun.
Time is lost you've reached the top.
You're coming down
but you can't stop.
Reach for help but no one's there.
Gotta get out gotta get some air.
Can't turn back it's all one way.
And you're the one who's gonna pay.
Cos the day is coming ,
when the time seems right,
And the pressure's all on you
The time is coming
when the end's in sight,
what are you going to do.
Ride for kicks, ride for kicks,
Ride for kicks, ride for fun.
Die for kicks, die for kicks,
Die for kicks, die for fun.

Transmitting live via satellite
(uh, yeah... who we be) hah
The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and)
To the three's, to the four's, to the five's, uhh
Intro/Chorus:
You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame One and MC El we be the ultimate
Verse One: El Da Sensai, Tame One
We bring forth the swords in rap sports
Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it
To the table able now it's stable on the disc
The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm Monie (E.T.)
Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check
Collect no checks (huh) but catch wreck on sets
(Deuce deuce nigga! What? L.O.D. too)
Deuce deuce is loose PPP represent see
Def Squad, Boom Skwad, and Artifacts make three
Like Dennis Scott droppin one for the wisdom
Cause when I gets em, I'll be fuckin up they system
Or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist
Priceless, ice-diss and never see another Christmas
You play Risk when you dealin with the New Jeruz two blitz
Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid (still)
The cat, darer with the terror off hands (hah!)
Without bands we rock spots in all lands (all lands)
Nigs be playin and we stand for the susbtance
Subject's the basement, MC's be patient
Cause all that Russian/rushin save that shit for the dressing
(Word up) BS we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Two: Tame One
Test me, the best be, checkin for my recipes (mmm)
Mess with me and I'll be drainin all your fuckin energy (boo-yaa!)
Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the Bricks (yeah nigga)
I used to catch a switch from any walk-by bitch (bitch!)
But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot
Got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka)
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox
I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue
The issue got a barcode on funkmode
So now I pack a trunkload of skunk, for the underground chumps
(Hoo-wee!) Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed em?
Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru
To Manhattan (Manhattan) satin and silk, kill the best built
I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood
Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits
Or bust a pimp, cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp
Tame One the Jesus and the Judas
Cause when I hit the buddhas, my problem's manifest is deep-rooted
(yeah, that's it, wordup)
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: El Da Sensai
MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so
Magnificent sufficient all that tall facts
From the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest
Best put to rest acts that's less
Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure
Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin they lives up
Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style (whassup)
Tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit (That's Them, huh)
(Yeah, all up in your shit)
For all reasons, number one you're sleepin
Speakin like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin
(Praise the Lord) Seekin on the deep end, sinkin while I'm thinkin
Of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin (hah!)
The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique
Complete batter, astoundin feats yo it don't matter
(Don't matter) Capi-talize, while I'm, categorized
The G-L to the Tame to the O-N-E

[nature]
Do you see what I see?
Do you smoke what I smoke?
Do you wanna smoke?
Do you wanna ride?
Yeah aiyyo aiyyo
When I walk into a room, niggas feel a slight breeze
Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze
Never understood why they never liked me
'cause when I locked the door, they turned into to icees
Starin at my feet all you see is nikes
Bet you never seen a ill pair like these
Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze
At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves
Round trip tickets to who knows where
Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning
Previous plans, they spoiling
A dollar and a dream, the theme to new york, stay torrance
>from st. john's to wake forest, wait for us
Straight ballers, you hearin it first
Nate flawless in almost every event
Puttin up point, while niggas like y'all stay scoreless
[chorus]
All my niggas from the projects, light one up
To my bitches from the projects, light one up
And stay high, high
And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high),
We on some hood shit (so high)
Niggas from the projects, light one up
To my bitches from the projects, light one up
And stay high, high
And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high),
We on some hood shit (so high)
[nas]
What's me without the hood?
A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud
A cut wit no blood
A fuck but don't nut, I be incomplete
If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets
I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game
Here's nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name
>from the cold streets of qb, old beef to new beef
No peace, through the song, what I see you see
[nature]
Mad bitches wanna smoke wit me
Niggas wanna roll wit me
Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city
Grimy-ette so pretty, it's like there's two me's
Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me
Thinkin of a way where I can better myself
Sometimes I get a head of myself
Holdin weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed
So high I must be outta my mind
Chorus
[nature]
It's like hoppin in a glass pool, half full
Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through
Mash fools out like they fast food
Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me
I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas
Bluff niggas into thinkin that their year's up
It ain't a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off
Mini-me's are gettin punched in they jaw
My dunn call this shit animal rap
Me, I call it dumbin
My near-sighted niggas saw it comin
More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit
Neck flooded on some hurricane floyd shit
Back and forth to st. crouix kid, same plan
Playin sega dreamcast till the plane lands
A changed man, niggas don't know, they never will
And if they don't understand, then they ain't fam, simple as that