In The Music Lyrics & Chords By The Roots

[Black Thought:]
Yeah, I'm from the illest part of the Western Hemisphere
So if you into sight seein' don't visit there
It's somewhere between Jersey & Delaware
Philly never scared & them niggas ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
They all fucked-up tryin' to get the gingerbread
A few stacks be the price for a nigga head
Cops & robbers, cowboys & indians
Clips & revolvers & George's & Benjamin's
A celebration of the loss of your innocence
To your old self you've lost any resemblance
They say the city make a dark impression
The youth just lost & they want direction
But they don't get the police, they get the protection
& walk around with heat like Charlton Heston, man.

[Chorus:] [x2]
It's In The Music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops
The cops gon' come but they ain't gon' do shit
They don't want no problems. What are y'all? Stupid?
It's all In The Music.
It's all In The Music.
It's all In The Music.
It's all In The Music.
It's all In The Music.
It's all In The Music.

[Malik B:]
It's kinda ill how we grip these bitches in the Bonneville
It's kind of a thrill, my mind it will spill, my 9 it will kill
Of course bro like crossbow, I bring the force though
Hittin' your guts splittin' your torso
It's colder than the North Pole livin' unlawful
I'm givin' you a jawful of somethin' awful
Yo my theoretic is leded, Will come & set it
This shit bang & leave you diabetic for paramedics
I spit flames & get dames to get change
With pitbull bark & lock the shock
Don't bother me Och, don't you dare lie to me Och
I don't know who's this nigga that you try to be Och
Benefit of doubt had me think you in it for clout
Big shit, send it for route & finish him out
Joints stiff from rigor mortis
While we swimmin' in waters, women with daughters
Will have us niggas sinnin' with orders.

[Chorus:] [x2]
It's In The Music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops
The cops gon' come but they ain't gon' do shit
They don't want no problems. What are y'all? Stupid?
It's all In The Music.
It's all In The Music.
It's all In The Music.
It's all In The Music.
It's all In The Music.
It's all In The Music.