Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac cerebral
Retro is my Roots for my with the plats and
braids are twist clean, cuts or beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to relax -- I
Concentrate, not be natural as the grass
Hail the exit-in and let's begin yo take a dip and
I spill the normal knot yo kid I got for your ass
Slips and I drips like
Melodic mad if you dig it peace to ya
If not, catch a lift to the of my mental for a smidgen
of my spirit a little dab'll do ya
Your butts to the dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hot, parties of the cellar
I'm deep, ghetto child of some chocolate,
groovy head to toe, plus crazy than vanilla
I catch a slap five my man, that's my mellow
Unique style I speak be the goods that I
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known around the
of Philly that's my home, for makin wack settle
It that I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
be the quick, fix from the sticks of my Brother
A lot of kids, diss days I'm not amazed
cause I no, mind and lift the roof off the, mutha

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

Brainiac, the mind, color funk, fuse the gut
I catch the what's when I it
Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but can't it
C-Not's my nigga knows the news of the cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the
Yo freak freak ya don't ya stop
Cause The 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 mind as one umm, umm
he told us peace, it was against his
We couldn't live with him cool, that out we gon' sprout
the record of The Roots to my attitude is out
I'm on some crazy linear shit, a hit during my set
to let, niggaz know what I'm about
I'm all the funk, that's relaxed for your state of mind
Snaps is cool, if back is the ever
The of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the juice began
as just deuce, groovy flaves that taste, together
I likes that, so Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, the pen, hey yo direct
from The Never Never via satellite
comes The Roots, now dig the shits I said

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

Uhh, abstract organic
Thought is he, I be
does not hold me down
As I from the ground into sound
Melting drip like wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, filling
Mental sax, sweet sax
Sweet mental horn, taking the form
of a of abnorm-ality, re-ality's
lo-cality, vo-cality, low NOT
I got the fat shit
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat, shit, y'all..