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Roots (The) - "Im Out Deah"
Lyrics to Im Out Deah : [Black Thought] Uhh.. the molecular mass of that rhythmic ass grass is organic hip-hop jazz that 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 and braids are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats and do the dance, does I boogie backs to relax -- I does Concentrate, its not be natural as the grass Hail the exit-in and lets 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 smidgen of my spirit just a little dabll do ya Your butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killa Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the cellar Im deep, ghetto child of some chocolate, complected groovy head to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanilla I catch a slap five from my man, thats my mellow Unique style I speak be the goods that I petal Im stoned blam, to the known, known around the city of Philly thats my home, for makin wack rappers settle It bein that Im blem, kid I kicks, in the mix Rhythm be the quick, fix from the sticks of my Brother A lot of kids, diss these days Im not amazed cause I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the, mutha Just because Im out deah I say peace to all my peoples who be out deah To hip cats and nappy sweets youre crazy out deah Just like my Foreign Objects because youre out deah Just like that sister ' you know youre out deah Just like the man, Manifest, you know youre out deah Just like my cousin Shawn G, youre crazy out deah To Butterfly like dat, you know youre out deah to get up out! Brainiac, Blacks the mind, color funk, fuse the gut I catch the whats when I kick it Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I lacks the cut, and got a fro but cant pick it C-Nots my nigga knows the news of the nappy cats Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the mind Yo freak freak ya dont ya dont stop Cause The Roots got the body rock shit with the twist for your spine, bring it back, UHH! Fat is my flow thats fluidic The critics aint with it, then their domes is beneath We be the Funk, Four mind as one umm, Crumbs umm he told us peace, it was against his beliefs We couldnt live with him cool, with that out we gon sprout the record of The Roots to show my attitude is out Im on some crazy linear shit, takin a hit during my set to let, these niggaz know what Im about Im all about the funk, thats relaxed for your state of mind Snaps is cool, if layin back is the ever The unity of Bootsees grin, growin, cause the juice began as just deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam together I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, aint ridic, to this In fact, thats the pen, hey yo direct from The Tunnels Never Never via satellite Here comes The Roots, now dig the shits I said To all my peoples, cause Im out deah Just like the group The Rhythmic Tricks because youre out deah And the group The Soul Plants yeah youre out deah Just like I said, Remedy is crazy out deah To ' and Tin-Tin, I think youre out deah And to my son whose name is Crumbs you know youre out deah Im Black Thought to the beat and yo Im out deah And yo my group is called The Roots because were out deah to get up out Uhh, abstract organic artistry Thought is he, that I be Gravity 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 form of a storm of abnorm-ality, re-alitys lo-cality, vo-cality, low calorie NOT I got the fat shit yall I got the fat shit yall I got the fat shit yall I got the fat, shit, yall.. [ Im Out Deah Lyrics ]
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