Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

[Black
Uhh.. the mass
of that rhythmic ass
is organic jazz
you are all about to witness
Groovy check it owwwwt..

The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
and cardiac cerebral action
Retro is my for my peoples with the plats and
braids are twist clean, cuts or fros the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie to relax -- I does
Concentrate, it's not be natural as the
the exit-in and let's begin yo take a dip and soul
I the normal knot yo kid I got that for your ass
Slips and I drips like
Melodic mad noise if you dig it to ya
If not, catch a lift to the of my mental for a smidgen
of my just a little dab'll do ya
butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hot, parties of the cellar
I'm deep, ghetto child of chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, crazy cooler than vanilla
I catch a slap five from my man, that's my
style I speak be the goods that I petal
I'm blam, to the known, known around the city
of Philly that's my home, for makin wack rappers
It bein I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
be the quick, fix from the sticks of my Brother
A lot of kids, these days I'm not amazed
I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the, mutha

Just because I'm out
I say to all my peoples who be out deah
To hip and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah
Just my Foreign Objects because you're out deah
Just like sister ? you know you're out deah
Just like the man, Manifest, you know out deah
Just like my cousin Shawn G, you're out deah
To Butterfly dat, you know you're out deah
to get up out!

Brainiac, Black's the mind, funk, fuse the gut
I the what's when I kick it
Mysterious the of the raps crazy naps so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but pick it
my nigga knows the news of the nappy cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it the mind
Yo freak freak ya don't ya don't
The Roots got the body rock shit
with the twist for your spine, it back, UHH!
Fat is my that's fluidic
The critics ain't with it, then their is beneath
We be the Funk, Four as one umm, Crumbs umm
he told us peace, it was his beliefs
We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we sprout
the of The Roots to show my attitude is out
I'm on some crazy shit, takin a hit during my set
to let, these niggaz know what I'm
I'm all about the funk, that's for your state of mind
Snaps is cool, if layin back is the
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the juice
as just deuce, flaves that taste, blam together
I likes that, so doin Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, that's the pen, hey yo
from The Tunnels Never via satellite
Here comes The Roots, now dig the shits I

To all my peoples, cause I'm out
Just like the group The Rhythmic Tricks you're out deah
And the group The Soul Plants you're out deah
Just like I said, Remedy is crazy out
To ? and Tin-Tin, I think you're out
And to my son whose name is you know you're out deah
I'm Black Thought to the beat and yo I'm out
And yo my group is called The because we're out deah
to get up out

Uhh, abstract artistry
is he, that I be
Gravity not hold me down
As I rise from the into sound
Melting drip like wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, filling
sax, sweet mental sax
Sweet horn, taking the physical form
of a storm of abnorm-ality,
lo-cality, vo-cality, low NOT
I got the fat shit
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..