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Peace to all the hip cats, all the Nappy
This is the Brother Question, live
Via satellite from the Never Never
Now dig the rituals for today, is good
So sit back, relax and dig the

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

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

In studio today but hey Question
Was on the Westside asleep without a when
I down to Crumbs to pick up the phone and tell him to get ready
Question, what ya doin'? nothing

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

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

anybody 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

From the subway to the
Gots to break if we wanna get to the bus
like a Mex for the border
Umm, yo, oh umm, was it a bunch of
Nah, just the 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 then the shorty 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
Ain't

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

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

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

Here the Crumbs, from the chums of the P.O.
Sprouted from The Roots and I was to the trio
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' Question to keep it,
What I'm doin', I'm not really
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 done

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

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

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