作词 : Black Thought, Storch ... Uhh.. the molecular massof that rhythmic ass grassis organic hip-hop jazzthat you are all about to witness Groovy units check it owwwwt.. The nappy cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz Artifacts and cardiac cerebral action Retro is my Roots for my peoples with the plats andbraids are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats anddo the dance, does I boogie backs to relax -- I doesConcentrate, it's not be natural as the grass Hail the exit-in and let's begin yo take a dip and soul I spill the normal knot yo kid I got that for your ass Slips and I drips like butta Melodic mad noise if you dig it peace to ya If not, catch a lift to the level of my mental for a smidgenof my spirit just a little dab'll do ya Your butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killa Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the cellar I'm deep, ghetto child of some chocolate, complectedgroovy head to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanilla I catch a slap five from my man, that's my mellow Unique style I speak be the goods that I petalI'm stoned blam, to the known, known around the cityof Philly that's my home, for makin wack rappers settle It bein that I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix Rhythm be the quick, fix from the sticks of my BrotherA lot of kids, diss these days I'm not amazedcause I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the, mutha Just because I'm out deah I say peace to all my peoples who be out deah To hip cats and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah Just like my Foreign Objects because you're out deah Just like that sister ? you know you're out deah Just like the man, Manifest, you know you're out deah Just like my cousin Shawn G, you're crazy out deah To Butterfly like dat, you know you're out deahto get up out! Brainiac, Black's the mind, color funk, fuse the gut I catch the what's when I kick itMysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I lacksthe cut, and got a fro but can't pick it C-Not's my ***** knows the news of the nappy cats Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the mind Yo freak freak ya don't ya don't stop Cause The Roots got the body rock ****with the twist for your spine, bring it back, UHH!Fat is my flow that's fluidic The critics ain't with it, then their domes is beneath We be the Funk, Four mind as one umm, Crumbs ummhe told us peace, it was against his beliefs We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we gon' sproutthe record of The Roots to show my attitude is out I'm on some crazy linear ****, takin a hit during my setto let, these ****** know what I'm aboutI'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your state of mind Snaps is cool, if layin back is the ever The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the juice beganas just deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam together I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to this In fact, that's the pen, hey yo directfrom The Tunnels Never Never via satellite Here comes The Roots, now dig the ****s I saidTo all my peoples, cause I'm out deah Just like the group The Rhythmic Tricks because you're out deah And the group The Soul Plants yeah you're out deah Just like I said, Remedy is crazy out deah To ? and Tin- Tin, I think you're out deah And to my son whose name is Crumbs you know you're out deah I'm Black Thought to the beat and yo I'm out deah And yo my group is called The Roots because we're out deahto get up out Uhh, abstract organic artistry Thought is he, that I beGravity does not hold me down As I rise from the ground into sound Melting browns drip like wax Building blocks, nappy cat Blazes acts, filling facts Mental sax, sweet mental sax Sweet mental horn, taking the physical formof a storm of abnorm-ality, re-ality'slo-cality, vo-cality, low calorie NOTI got the fat **** y'all I got the fat **** y'all I got the fat shit y'all I got the fat, shit, y'all..
作词 : Black Thought, Storch ... Uhh.. the molecular massof that rhythmic ass grassis organic hip-hop jazzthat you are all about to witness Groovy units check it owwwwt.. The nappy cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz Artifacts and cardiac cerebral action Retro is my Roots for my peoples with the plats andbraids are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats anddo the dance, does I boogie backs to relax -- I doesConcentrate, it's not be natural as the grass Hail the exit-in and let's begin yo take a dip and soul I spill the normal knot yo kid I got that for your ass Slips and I drips like butta Melodic mad noise if you dig it peace to ya If not, catch a lift to the level of my mental for a smidgenof my spirit just a little dab'll do ya Your butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killa Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the cellar I'm deep, ghetto child of some chocolate, complectedgroovy head to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanilla I catch a slap five from my man, that's my mellow Unique style I speak be the goods that I petalI'm stoned blam, to the known, known around the cityof Philly that's my home, for makin wack rappers settle It bein that I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix Rhythm be the quick, fix from the sticks of my BrotherA lot of kids, diss these days I'm not amazedcause I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the, mutha Just because I'm out deah I say peace to all my peoples who be out deah To hip cats and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah Just like my Foreign Objects because you're out deah Just like that sister ? you know you're out deah Just like the man, Manifest, you know you're out deah Just like my cousin Shawn G, you're crazy out deah To Butterfly like dat, you know you're out deahto get up out! Brainiac, Black's the mind, color funk, fuse the gut I catch the what's when I kick itMysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I lacksthe cut, and got a fro but can't pick it C-Not's my ***** knows the news of the nappy cats Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the mind Yo freak freak ya don't ya don't stop Cause The Roots got the body rock ****with the twist for your spine, bring it back, UHH!Fat is my flow that's fluidic The critics ain't with it, then their domes is beneath We be the Funk, Four mind as one umm, Crumbs ummhe told us peace, it was against his beliefs We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we gon' sproutthe record of The Roots to show my attitude is out I'm on some crazy linear ****, takin a hit during my setto let, these ****** know what I'm aboutI'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your state of mind Snaps is cool, if layin back is the ever The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the juice beganas just deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam together I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to this In fact, that's the pen, hey yo directfrom The Tunnels Never Never via satellite Here comes The Roots, now dig the ****s I saidTo all my peoples, cause I'm out deah Just like the group The Rhythmic Tricks because you're out deah And the group The Soul Plants yeah you're out deah Just like I said, Remedy is crazy out deah To ? and Tin- Tin, I think you're out deah And to my son whose name is Crumbs you know you're out deah I'm Black Thought to the beat and yo I'm out deah And yo my group is called The Roots because we're out deahto get up out Uhh, abstract organic artistry Thought is he, that I beGravity does not hold me down As I rise from the ground into sound Melting browns drip like wax Building blocks, nappy cat Blazes acts, filling facts Mental sax, sweet mental sax Sweet mental horn, taking the physical formof a storm of abnorm-ality, re-ality'slo-cality, vo-cality, low calorie NOTI got the fat **** y'all I got the fat **** y'all I got the fat shit y'all I got the fat, shit, y'all..
