Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The nappy cat, Black Thought, digs the
Artifacts and cerebral action
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, it's not be natural as the
Hail the exit-in and let's begin yo a dip and soul
I the normal knot yo kid I got that for your ass
Slips and I drips butta
mad noise if you dig it peace to ya
If not, catch a to the level of my mental for a smidgen
of my spirit just a dab'll do ya
butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the
I'm deep, ghetto child of some chocolate,
groovy head to toe, plus crazy than vanilla
I catch a five from my man, that's my mellow
style I speak be the goods that I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known the city
of that's my home, for makin 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 lift the off the, mutha

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

Brainiac, the mind, color funk, fuse the gut
I the what's when I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the raps naps so I lacks
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 don't ya don't
Cause The Roots got the body rock
with the twist for spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow fluidic
The ain't with it, then their domes is beneath
We be the Funk, Four as one umm, Crumbs umm
he us peace, it was against his beliefs
We couldn't live with him cool, that out we gon' sprout
the record of The to show my attitude is out
I'm on some crazy linear shit, takin a hit my set
to let, these niggaz know I'm about
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your of mind
Snaps is cool, if back is the ever
The unity of grin, growin, cause the juice began
as deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam together
I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to
In fact, the pen, hey yo direct
from The Tunnels Never Never via
Here comes The Roots, now dig the I said

To all my peoples, cause I'm out
like the group The Rhythmic 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 out deah
And to my son name is Crumbs you know you're out deah
I'm Black Thought to the 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
Gravity does not me down
As I rise from the ground into
Melting browns drip wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, filling
Mental sax, mental sax
Sweet mental horn, the physical form
of a of abnorm-ality, re-ality's
lo-cality, vo-cality, low NOT
I got the fat shit
I got the fat shit
I got the fat shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..