• Letra I’m Out Deah de Roots Ranking:
  • [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
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