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Peace to all the hip cats, all the Nappy
is the Brother Question, broadcasting live
Via satellite from the Never Tunnels
Now dig the rituals for today, is music
So sit back, and dig the groove

Yo bust it, I hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop
Not R&B to me that's not my style and
The ain't for radio, but major soul
The ones that's hip change the dial and

I remember one morning at the Shack, coolin'
In the outback, on the ship
a five, off a Bob Marley spliff
On the cloud I be relaxin' last night and shit

In studio but hey Brother Question
Was on the asleep without a clue when
I down to Crumbs to pick up the phone and tell him to get ready
Question, what ya doin'? Ain't

Yeah, chicken wings, so I met him in the West
we had to 'lax and wait for Rubber Band and Bes'
Bassey broke down on the side of town
Yo you know what it's about, The Roots is out to the

Does like real music?
Sweet music, music?
You know The Roots is a that'll choose it
Just to use it, to make you it, yeah

Does anybody like music?
Sweet music, soul
You know The Roots is a group choose it
Just to use it, to you move it, yeah

From the subway to the
Gots to break fast if we get to the bus
Runnin' like a Mex for the
Umm, yo, oh umm, was it a of yas?
Nah, just the of us

Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two
Three fo' five mo' fine, uhh!
A says, "Hey ain't y'all The Square Roots?"
And I'm like, "Heh, worrrd", and then the shorty passed the

Now we got to make out

To the
To
Crushin' mix
Oh man, yo look out
Say
out!
Question a whole bag of drumsticks
Ain't

But a wing, so
He bends down to pick up the sticks and his fall down
(Dang!)
In my face, didn't frown, turned around
And he felt a draft, so I laughed

anybody like real music?
Sweet music, soul
You know The is a group that'll choose it
Just to use it, to you move it, yeah

Does like real music?
Sweet music, soul
You know The is a group that'll choose it
Just to use it, to make you it, yeah

Here comes the Crumbs, the chums of the P.O.
Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the
Now I'm and got a reason for my ego
In the words of, Los Lobos, ad-ios,

At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm
Tellin' to keep it, goin'
What I'm doin', I'm not knowin'
But umm, to me see it sounds
(It okay)

Layin', to the sounds
Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to
Trippin', I'm tryin', not to laugh, it
the last paragraph, and I'm done half

But Question's jokin', and I'm like
That nobody comes in and opens, the
Ah man, what is up you man?
I'm leavin', Why you scratchin'?
face like that man?
Look ugly, self-righteous,

Does anybody real music?
Sweet music, soul
You know The is a group that'll choose it
Just to use it, to you move it

Does anybody real music?
Sweet music, soul
You know The Roots is a group that'll it
Just to use it, to you move it