I'm Out Deah

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 nigga 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 shitwith 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 shit, takin a hit during my setto let, these niggaz 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 shits

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 shit y'all

I got the fat shit y'all

I got the fat shit y'all

I got the fat, shit, y'all..