SomeBody
Mr. Root Lyrics


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[Chorus]
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it

Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope y'all out there understand
Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it

Yeah y'all, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist
Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is
Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist
My level headedness make it come off so effortless

The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish
Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
My track record is hot shit, consecutive
Smug, I got game just like a record executive

A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen
A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling
Bet on Black
Bet these cats that's all gelatin

Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent
Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin'
Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in
Smellin' your blood now I'm huntin'

Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin?
Oh, now it's nothin'
Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning
I flip like my name Turner

That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner
The raw sojourner for truth
The mic burner

[Chorus]

Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited
Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton
I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in-
And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands

Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves -
So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different
Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell

They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell
Before there was ain't hard to tell
The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well
Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight

I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate
I scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaks
'Cause in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased
The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots

Will get smaller as I approach - so watch your stash box
Fox logo if your fave is local
Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo
This is work niggas

[Chorus]

I made it - ain't nobody believe in me
But this rap game is like selling coke legally
Ain't no innovations - that takes concentration
nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting

Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics
Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric
Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache
Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed

The profit on kill if you let it
nigga's feeling energetic
want to rumble - guns will come out
Here come the paramedics

I'm just trying to live like I've Devin
Tired of my people failin'
We all sin - the devil, what di I tell em
Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy

I see things vividly, y'all vision is blurry
Even if you hate - through my music you gone love
Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Somebody" by Mr. Root is an ode to those who take on the difficult, messy jobs that others may shy away from. The chorus repeats the idea that somebody has to be there through the tough times, to get their hands dirty and come up with a plan when everything else falls apart. The verses add depth to this idea, showcasing the lyricist's skill with wordplay and his appreciation for those who have helped him on his journey.


In the first verse, Mr. Root expresses his admiration for the soldiers he works with, admiring their level-headedness and control in difficult situations. He contrasts this with the "opposite extreme of devilish" rebel mentality, but notes that both have their place. He also takes a few shots at unintelligent rappers, noting that there is no point in rhyming if you don't have something meaningful to say.


The second verse starts off with more wordplay, using "mic malevolence" to describe his rhyming style. He notes that some people are simply going through the motions and not truly innovating, while he is focused on pushing himself forward. He also touches on the idea that he is often underestimated, but still manages to succeed.


Line by Line Meaning

Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly
There needs to be a person to assist when things go wrong


Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody
A person must be present when violence occurs


Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty
An individual must be prepared to do the unpleasant tasks


Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it
This is an unpleasant task but it must be done by someone


Somebody's gotta come up with a plan
Someone needs to strategize a solution to a problem


And be there when the shit hits the fan
Be present when things go wrong


I hope y'all out there understand
I hope people comprehends the importance of this task


Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it
This task is not easy but it remains essential


Yeah y'all, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist
It works great for an individual who desires precision in their lyrics


Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective is
Every person in my group is indeed fierce and unpredictable


Thought, control level is that of a gold medalist
The group's mental control capacity is at the top, comparable to a gold medalist


My level headedness make it come off so effortless
My sense of balance makes it look simple and easy


The rebel is a opposite extreme of devilish
Rebelling differs significantly from being diabolical


Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
Solving and providing a solution to a deficiency


My track record is hot shit, consecutive
My previous accomplishments are both excellent and consistent


Smug, I got game just like a record executive
I generally excel in performing an activity, such as a music executive


A kiss to the feminine girls loving a gentlemen
A symbol of gratitude for ladies who appreciate a gentleman


A genius slash gangsta with a skill for swindling
An intellectual individual with a criminal-like skill of tricking people


Bet on Black
Wager on the dark-colored side or the African American community


Bet these cats that's all gelatin
These soft people are no match for me


Will fall back spittin' them raps that's unintelligent
These unwise rappers will take a step back with their senseless lyrics


Raps that cap, rabid rattlin' out the gattlin'
Rappers who brag and boast rattle on like rapid gunfire


Crippling rhymes whistlin' past, blow you back in
The impact of the lyrics is substantial and might make you recoil


Smelling your blood now I'm huntin'
I have become aware of your vulnerability and will now pursue attacking you


Blowin' your front in for frontin' what up cousin?
I am holding you accountable for your false representation of yourself, what's up fam?


Oh, now it's nothin'
You no longer project a fake image because you have been exposed


Yo, you can't go beyond a point of no returning
Once you cross a certain line, there is no going back


I flip like my name Turner
I change or go against the norm like the name Turner


That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner
I make a certain deviation from expectations, like Ted Turner, Nat Turner, or Ike Turner


The raw sojourner for truth
I am a fierce wanderer who seeks the truth


The mic burner
I am skilled at performing with the microphone


Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited
My aggressive style of rapping surpasses violence, which I learned and inherited


Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton
Others are amateur and not fully committed like people who rent rooms at the Sheraton hotel


I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in-
I have a strong craving like the character Vanessa in 'The Devil in a Blue Dress'


And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands
You're emotionally frigid like a show in the Netherlands


Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves -
You show no interest or emotion as if you have heart problems


So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different
I do not make close friends or follow the status quo; my moral beliefs differ


Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
I use my talents to change things, and I am adaptable and fluid when I perform


You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell
You could try to attack me directly or insult me, but it would not work


They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell
The attacks will bounce off me as my presence is robust and powerful


Before there was ain't hard to tell
It's easy to see that I was unique before it was obvious to others


The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well
My talent with the microphone was apparent from a young age


Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight
Even as a child, I held my body tall and with good posture


I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate
I became a rapper to provide food for myself and my family


I scraped barrel - even dined up on wine and steaks
I struggled to make ends meet, even when I occasionally had luxury in the form of fine dining


'Cause in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased
I share the same heritage and experiences as those who suffered from apartheid


The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots
The divide between those who have and those who don't is becoming smaller


Will get smaller as I approach - so watch your stash box
As I become more successful, my adversaries' chances of remaining prosperous will decrease, so they should beware


Fox logo if your fave is local
My success, as well as others, depend on appearing on popular TV networks, such as Fox


Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo
If you challenge me in a competition, you'll lose badly and turn purple like the Laker's logo


This is work niggas
This is difficult and time-consuming work


I made it - ain't nobody believe in me
Despite the lack of support, I succeeded on my own


But this rap game is like selling coke legally
The music industry has similarities to dealing drugs, but it's a legitimate business


Ain't no innovations - that takes concentration
There are no new ideas in this genre, only intense focus on the craft


Nigga's celebrating not knowing the time they wasting
People are too busy partying and wasting time instead of using it wisely


Killin' mics is one of my aesthetics
My distinctive approach to rapping involves dominating the microphone


Rip very live so I'm an entertainer like Cedric
I am a performer who can freestyle and engage an audience, just like Cedric the Entertainer


Shit they play on radio's now give me a headache
Current music on the radio is unappealing and causes me discomfort


Can't slow me down I know where I'm headed
Nothing can impede my progress since I have a clear direction


The profit on kill if you let it
There is money to be made by killing other rappers


Nigga's feeling energetic
My fans are hyped and energized


want to rumble - guns will come out
If someone wants to fight, weapons will be involved


Here come the paramedics
Someone will need medical assistance after a physical altercation


I'm just trying to live like I've Devin
I aspire to live like legendary rapper Devin the Dude


Tired of my people failin'
I'm frustrated with my community continuously struggling


We all sin - the devil, what di I tell em
As imperfect beings, we all make mistakes, and I had warned them of the consequences


Somebody gotta get their hands dirty and shoes muddy
To reach success, you may have to do unpleasant work or be willing to confront difficult situations


I see things vividly, y'all vision is blurry
I have a clear understanding of my surroundings, while others have a vague perception


Even if you hate - through my music you gone love
Even if you dislike me, you will appreciate my talent through my music


Everybody with me and they was with me when it was ugly
Those who supported me throughout the rough times are still with me now that I am successful


[Chorus]
Reiterating that certain tasks require someone to do them, no matter how unpleasant or challenging




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: AHMIR THOMPSON, AHMIR K. THOMPSON, SYLVESTER STEWART, TARIK TROTTER, TARIK L. COLLINS, KARL WILLIAM PAMP JENKINS, TSIDI IBRIHAM, FLOYD CARSON, TAHIR CHEESEBORO JAMAL

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Comments from YouTube:

@davidbawden8305

"Yeah, my dad was born in L.A., and my dad's dad was born here too! But his dad wasn't born here, he was born in Sacramento."

Wow, little girl, that was a fantastically unremarkable and boring unsolicited back-story.

@aboomination897

Meanwhile trees: Wage chemical warfare against each other.

@davidbawden8305

"Yeah, my dad was born in L.A., and my dad's dad was born here too! But his dad wasn't born here, he was born in Sacramento."

That's what I'm saying! Although, little girl, you should have let someone with an even moderately interesting backstory respond instead, you're boring me to death and ruining the video.

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