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Peace to all the hip cats, all the Sweets
This is the Brother Question, broadcasting
Via satellite from the Never Never
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 because to me not my style and
The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but soul
The ones hip won't change the dial and

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

In studio today but hey Question
Was on the Westside asleep without a when
I hollered down to Crumbs to pick up the and tell him to get ready
Question, what ya Ain't nothing

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

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

Does anybody like music?
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 fast if we get to the bus
Runnin' like a Mex for the
Umm, yo, oh umm, was it a bunch of
Nah, the four of us

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

Now we got to make out

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

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

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

Does 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 of, Los Lobos, ad-ios, a-migo

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
It's the last paragraph, and I'm half

But jokin', and I'm like hopin'
That nobody in and opens, the door
Ah man, what is up you man?
I'm leavin', what? Why you
Your face like man?
Look ugly, self-righteous,

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

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