歌手:The Roots
专辑:《Organix》

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..