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Peace to all the hip cats, all the Sweets
This is the Brother Question, broadcasting
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 digs hip-hop, and for hip-hop
Not R&B because to me not my style and
The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but soul
The ones that's hip won't the dial and

I remember one at the Soul Shack, coolin'
In the outback, on the songwritin'
Blizz a five, off a Bob spliff
On the cloud I be relaxin' from night and shit

In today but hey Brother Question
Was on the Westside asleep a clue when
I hollered down to Crumbs to 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
Where we had to 'lax and for Rubber Band and Bes'
broke down on the other side of town
Yo you know what it's about, The is out to the subway

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

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

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

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

Now we got to out exit

To the
To
Crushin' mix
Oh man, yo look out
Say
out!
Question dropped a whole bag of
nothing

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

anybody 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

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

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

At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm
Question to keep it, goin'
What I'm doin', I'm not knowin'
But umm, to me see it oh-and-kay'n
(It okay)

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

But Question's jokin', and I'm like
That comes in and opens, the door
Ah man, is up with you man?
I'm leavin', Why you scratchin'?
face like that man?
Look ugly, self-righteous,

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

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