Roots - Good Music (Prelude) lyrics

rate me

[Black Thought]<br />

On the actual, I swings like I'm Satchel<br />

And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural<br />

Inclined to align, index to other flow and through beats<br />

The butta kid got yet another bid to serve<br />

In groovy stew, peace to all the kids who smuggle buddha<br />

Cross the border cause it beez a remedy to ?cola roda?<br />

Recruiter of refugees, the urbanite objects<br />

Wreck to catch the gravy, grass be the po' baby<br />

That I planted in the long run, dig the rhythmic song from<br />

The one who goes left see, how many brothers test me?<br />

Touch, the texture of the weak and yo I wrecks the comb<br />

From picking cause I'm cool and umm, kicks 'pon the dome<br />

I'm kicking, on the regular I puts masses in motions<br />

Shit'll split your mind open like a canteloupe then<br />

The Roots and the boots Don boost to stomp potholes<br />

Mr. Job Kicker, ease off, cause I got soul enough<br />

To sell it, yo let spell it, B-L-A-C-K<br />

T-H-O-U-G-H-T don't play<br />

When I skits off a land funk that boogies up your pants and<br />

Kicks flavor dug by your gramps in Johansen<br />

Jazz cats that's hip, plus them brothers who scramble<br />

Your uncle and your cousins and the wino who gamble..<br />

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Hahaha, and for my next trick