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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | Leonard I-V |
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[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 catBlack Thoughtdigs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac cerebral action
Retro is my Roots for my peoples with the plats and
braids are twist cleancuts or fros beneath the hats and
do the dancedoes I boogie backs to relax -- I does
Concentrateit'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 notcatch a lift to the level of my mental for a smidgen
of my spirit just a little dab'll do ya
Your butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hotdolla parties of the cellar
I'm deepghetto child of some chocolatecomplected
groovy head to toeplus crazy cooler than vanilla
I catch a slap five from my manthat's my mellow
Unique style I speak be the goods that I petal
I'm stoned blamto the knownknown around the city
of Philly that's my homefor makin wack rappers settle
It bein that I'm blemkid I kicksin the mix
Rhythm be the quickfix from the sticks of my Brother
A lot of kidsdiss these days I'm not amazed
cause I pays nomind and lift the roof off themutha
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 manManifestyou know you're out deah
Just like my cousin Shawn Gyou're crazy out deah
To Butterfly like datyou know you're out deah
to get up out!
BrainiacBlack's the mindcolor funkfuse the gut
I catch the what's when I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I lacks
the cutand got a fro but can't pick it
C-Not's my nigga knows the news of the nappy cats
Crowns and kicksand how it ease the mind
Yo freak freak ya don't ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the body rock shit
with the twist for your spinebring it backUHH!
Fat is my flow that's fluidic
The critics ain't with itthen their domes is beneath
We be the FunkFour mind as one ummCrumbs umm
he told us peaceit was against his beliefs
We couldn't live with him coolwith that out we gon' sprout
the record of The Roots to show my attitude is out
I'm on some crazy linear shittakin a hit during my set
to letthese niggaz know what I'm about
I'm all about the funkthat's relaxed for your state of mind
Snaps is coolif layin back is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's gringrowincause the juice began
as just deucegroovy flaves that tasteblam together
I likes thatso doin Bobby Mickain't ridic'to this
In factthat's the penhey yo direct
from The Tunnels Never Never via satellite
Here comes The Rootsnow dig the shits I said
To all my peoplescause 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 saidRemedy is crazy out deah
To ? and Tin-TinI 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 deah
to get up out
Uhhabstract organic artistry
Thought is hethat I be
Gravity does not hold me down
As I rise from the ground into sound
Melting browns drip like wax
Building blocksnappy cat
Blazes actsfilling facts
Mental saxsweet mental sax
Sweet mental horntaking the physical form
of a storm of abnorm-alityre-ality's
lo-calityvo-calitylow calorie NOT
I got the fat shit y'all
I got the fat shit y'all
I got the fat shit y'all
I got the fatshity'all..
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