Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

[Black
Uhh.. the molecular
of that ass grass
is organic hip-hop
that you are all to witness
Groovy check it owwwwt..

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

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

Brainiac, Black's the mind, color funk, the gut
I catch the what's when I it
Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I
the cut, and got a fro but pick it
C-Not's my nigga the news of the nappy cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it the mind
Yo freak freak ya ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the rock shit
with the for your spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow fluidic
The critics ain't with it, then domes is beneath
We be the Funk, Four as one umm, Crumbs umm
he us peace, it was against his beliefs
We couldn't with him cool, with that out we gon' sprout
the record of The Roots to show my is out
I'm on crazy linear shit, takin a hit during my set
to let, these know what I'm about
I'm all about the funk, relaxed for your state of mind
is cool, if layin back is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the began
as deuce, groovy 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 The Roots, now dig the shits I said

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

Uhh, abstract organic
is he, that I be
Gravity does not me down
As I rise from the ground sound
browns drip like wax
Building blocks, cat
Blazes acts, filling
sax, sweet mental sax
Sweet mental horn, taking the physical
of a of abnorm-ality, re-ality's
lo-cality, vo-cality, low NOT
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat shit
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat, shit, y'all..