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