Roots - I'm Out Deah Lyrics
[black thought]Uhh.. the molecular massOf that rhythmic ass grassIs organic hip-hop jazzThat you are all about to witnessGroovy units check it owwwwt..The nappy cat, black thought, digs the nasteefatjazzArtifacts and cardiac cerebral actionRetro 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, its not be natural as the grassHail the exit-in and lets begin yo take a dip and soulI spill the normal knot yo kid I got that for your assSlips and I drips like buttaMelodic mad noise if you dig it peace to yaIf not, catch a lift to the level of my mental for a smidgenOf my spirit just a little dabll do yaYour butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killaRememberin the hot, dolla parties of the cellarIm deep, ghetto child of some chocolate, complectedGroovy head to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanillaI catch a slap five from my man, thats my mellowUnique style I speak be the goods that I petalIm stoned blam, to the known, known around the cityOf philly thats my home, for makin wack rappers settleIt bein that Im blem, kid I kicks, in the mixRhythm be the quick, fix from the sticks of my brotherA lot of kids, diss these days Im not amazedCause I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the, muthaJust because Im out deahI say peace to all my peoples who be out deahTo hip cats and nappy sweets youre crazy out deahJust like my foreign objects because youre out deahJust like that sister ? you know youre out deahJust like the man, manifest, you know youre out deahJust like my cousin shawn g, youre crazy out deahTo butterfly like dat, you know youre out deahTo get up out!Brainiac, blacks the mind, color funk, fuse the gutI catch the whats when I kick itMysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I lacksThe cut, and got a fro but cant pick itC-nots my nigga knows the news of the nappy catsCrowns and kicks, and how it ease the mindYo freak freak ya dont ya dont stopCause the roots got the body rock shitWith the twist for your spine, bring it back, uhh!Fat is my flow thats fluidicThe critics aint with it, then their domes is beneathWe be the funk, four mind as one umm, crumbs ummHe told us peace, it was against his beliefsWe couldnt live with him cool, with that out we gon sproutThe record of the roots to show my attitude is outIm on some crazy linear shit, takin a hit during my setTo let, these niggaz know what Im aboutIm all about the funk, thats relaxed for your state of mindSnaps is cool, if layin back is the everThe unity of bootsees grin, growin, cause the juice beganAs just deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam togetherI likes that, so doin bobby mick, aint ridic, to thisIn fact, thats the pen, hey yo directFrom the tunnels never never via satelliteHere comes the roots, now dig the shits I saidTo all my peoples, cause Im out deahJust like the group the rhythmic tricks because youre out deahAnd the group the soul plants yeah youre out deahJust like I said, remedy is crazy out deahTo ? and tin-tin, I think youre out deahAnd to my son whose name is crumbs you know youre out deahIm black thought to the beat and yo Im out deahAnd yo my group is called the roots because were out deahTo get up outUhh, abstract organic artistryThought is he, that I beGravity does not hold me downAs I rise from the ground into soundMelting browns drip like waxBuilding blocks, nappy catBlazes acts, filling factsMental sax, sweet mental saxSweet mental horn, taking the physical formOf a storm of abnorm-ality, re-alitysLo-cality, vo-cality, low calorie notI got the fat shit yallI got the fat shit yallI got the fat shit yallI got the fat, shit, yall..
