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  • Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets
    This is the brother ?uestion, broadcasting live
    Via satellite, from the never never tunnels
    Now dig.. the rituals for today, is good music
    So sit back, relax.. and dig the groove
    [black thought]
    Yo bust it, i digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop
    Not r&b because to me that's not my style and
    The r-double-o-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul
    The ones that's hip won't change the dial and
    I remember one morning at the soul shack, coolin
    In the outback, on the songwritin ship
    Blizz a five, off a bob marley spliff
    On the cloud i be relaxin from last night and ****
    In studio today but hey brother ?uestion
    Was on the westside asleep without a clue when
    I hollered down to crumbs to pick up the phone
    And tell him to get ready (?uestion, what ya doin?)
    (ain't no thing) yeah,
    Buttered chicken wings, so i met him in the west
    Where we had to 'lax and wait for rubber band and bes'
    Bassey broke down on the other side of town
    Yo you know what it's about, the roots is out
    To the subway
    Does anybody like good music?
    Sweet music, soul music?
    You know the roots is a group that'll choose it
    Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah
    * repeat 2x except 'yeah' *
    [black thought]
    From the subway to the studio
    Gots to break fast if we wanna get, to the bus
    Runnin like a mex for the border
    (umm, yo, oh umm, was it a bunch of yas?)
    Nah, just the four of us
    Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine
    (three fine) fo' five mo' fine, uhh!
    A girl says, "hey ain't y'all the square roots?"
    And i'm like, "heh, worrrd,"
    And then the shorty passed the sign
    Now we got to make out exit (where?)
    To the pavement (to what?) crushin trail mix
    (oh word man, yo look out) say what? (look out!)
    ?uestion dropped a whole bag of drumsticks
    (ain't no thing) but a chicken wing, so
    He bends down to pick up the sticks
    And his pants fall down (dang!)
    In my face, ?uestion didn't frown, turned around
    And thought he felt a draft, so i laughed
    (hahahahahah!)
    Does anybody like good music?
    Sweet music, soul music?
    You know the roots is a group that'll choose it
    Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah
    * repeat 2x except 'yeah' *
    [kid crumbs]
    Here comes the crumbs, from the chums of the p.o.
    Sprouted from the roots and i was added to the trio
    Now i'm cahoots and got a reason for my ego
    In the words of, los lobos, ad-ios, a-migo
    [black thought]
    At the rat cave, mic i'm hand, i'm flowin
    Tellin ?uestion, to keep it, goin
    What i'm doin, i'm not really knowin
    But umm, to me see it sounds oh-and-kay'n (it sounds ok)
    Layin, to the sounds playin
    Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay'n (uh-huh)
    Trippin, i'm tryin, not to laugh, bust it
    It's the last paragraph, and i'm done half
    But ?uestion's jokin, and i'm like hopin
    That nobody comes in and opens, the door...
    (ah man, what is up with you man?
    I'm leavin, what why you scratchin your face like that man?
    Look ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder)
    Does anybody like good music?
    Sweet music, soul music?
    You know the roots is a group that'll choose it
    Just to use it, to make you move it
    * repeat 2x except *
  • Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets
    This is the brother ?uestion, broadcasting live
    Via satellite, from the never never tunnels
    Now dig.. the rituals for today, is good music
    So sit back, relax.. and dig the groove
    [black thought]
    Yo bust it, i digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop
    Not r&b because to me that's not my style and
    The r-double-o-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul
    The ones that's hip won't change the dial and
    I remember one morning at the soul shack, coolin
    In the outback, on the songwritin ship
    Blizz a five, off a bob marley spliff
    On the cloud i be relaxin from last night and ****
    In studio today but hey brother ?uestion
    Was on the westside asleep without a clue when
    I hollered down to crumbs to pick up the phone
    And tell him to get ready (?uestion, what ya doin?)
    (ain't no thing) yeah,
    Buttered chicken wings, so i met him in the west
    Where we had to 'lax and wait for rubber band and bes'
    Bassey broke down on the other side of town
    Yo you know what it's about, the roots is out
    To the subway
    Does anybody like good music?
    Sweet music, soul music?
    You know the roots is a group that'll choose it
    Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah
    * repeat 2x except 'yeah' *
    [black thought]
    From the subway to the studio
    Gots to break fast if we wanna get, to the bus
    Runnin like a mex for the border
    (umm, yo, oh umm, was it a bunch of yas?)
    Nah, just the four of us
    Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine
    (three fine) fo' five mo' fine, uhh!
    A girl says, "hey ain't y'all the square roots?"
    And i'm like, "heh, worrrd,"
    And then the shorty passed the sign
    Now we got to make out exit (where?)
    To the pavement (to what?) crushin trail mix
    (oh word man, yo look out) say what? (look out!)
    ?uestion dropped a whole bag of drumsticks
    (ain't no thing) but a chicken wing, so
    He bends down to pick up the sticks
    And his pants fall down (dang!)
    In my face, ?uestion didn't frown, turned around
    And thought he felt a draft, so i laughed
    (hahahahahah!)
    Does anybody like good music?
    Sweet music, soul music?
    You know the roots is a group that'll choose it
    Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah
    * repeat 2x except 'yeah' *
    [kid crumbs]
    Here comes the crumbs, from the chums of the p.o.
    Sprouted from the roots and i was added to the trio
    Now i'm cahoots and got a reason for my ego
    In the words of, los lobos, ad-ios, a-migo
    [black thought]
    At the rat cave, mic i'm hand, i'm flowin
    Tellin ?uestion, to keep it, goin
    What i'm doin, i'm not really knowin
    But umm, to me see it sounds oh-and-kay'n (it sounds ok)
    Layin, to the sounds playin
    Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay'n (uh-huh)
    Trippin, i'm tryin, not to laugh, bust it
    It's the last paragraph, and i'm done half
    But ?uestion's jokin, and i'm like hopin
    That nobody comes in and opens, the door...
    (ah man, what is up with you man?
    I'm leavin, what why you scratchin your face like that man?
    Look ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder)
    Does anybody like good music?
    Sweet music, soul music?
    You know the roots is a group that'll choose it
    Just to use it, to make you move it
    * repeat 2x except *