Stay Cool - The Roots

Bass for your face, highs for your eyes

Don’t blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise

Rude boys, keep that thing at your side, be alright

Muh’fuckers, Philly, we up in here, we all live

I’m puffin' this Cohiba, mami cool in her heels

All she ever seem to do is play it cool, f’real

She be pushin' Pop’s vessel, and his shoe’s is ill

But her hand keep slippin' on the woodgrain wheel

But it’s cool, we never slippin' when it’s moves to make

Especially when what we talkin' ain’t ya usual cake

I pump bass for y’all bathin' apes, to get charged

Nah, I’m not a dealer, I’m a poet at large

We in the wind with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us

The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers

Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit-list

Some of y’all been tryin' for years, you’ll never get this, fool

Check it out (Stay cool) stay cool, daddy (Stay cool)

Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c’mon

(Stay cool, motherfuckers, y’all know the rules)

(Hey, stay cool. stay cool)

There it is (Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool)

Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side

The game stitched, yo, I’m doin' my job

Go up against enormous odds

Wouldn’t break a sweat, money make a bet

Funny son, you threat, well I ain’t shakin' yet

Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', tougher than penicillin

From the block where the crooked cops killin' like a villain

Children in the hood gettin' rocked by they buildings

And brothers 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions

The stress got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf

Tryin' to play it cooler than a polar bear colony

You feel the music, know I’m over there probably

Pimpin' on the same system that forever shorted me

I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit

It make you wanna make a new dance up

It’s all to the good, shorty 'gwan do that stuff

It’s not another sound system rockin' steady as us

And it’s cool

(Stay Cool) yeah (Stay Cool) stay cool, ha

(Hey, hey) check it out, and just

(Stay cool, motherfuckers, y’all know the rules) yeah

(Hey, stay cool. stay cool)

(Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool)

Yeah, when I’m crusin' in my vehicle, the Jakes harass me

They never ride past me, they really comin' at me, right

They wanna know where the drugs, guns and cash be

Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me

Just blast me in your box, play my shit

I know it’s crowded at the top, 'cause I’m on the tip

And that’s as high up at the top as a brother could get

And how I do it make a lot of muh’fuckers upset

But it’s fine, 'Riq Jizzle and I’m back for mine

In case y’all gettin' tired of the same ol' shine

And I’m calm, calculated and perfectly aligned

The way I’m operatin', what is it?

Surgery in rhyme

It’s not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames

I’m cooler than Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for James

Hip-Hop is out of Hustleville, comin' for change

I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin' the chains

And it’s cool

(Stay cool) (Stay cool) (Hey, hey)

(Stay cool, motherfuckers, y’all know the rules)

(Hey, stay cool. stay cool)

(Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool)