Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The nappy cat, Black Thought, the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cerebral action
Retro is my Roots for my peoples with the and
braids are twist clean, cuts or fros 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 begin yo take a dip and soul
I spill the knot yo kid I got that for your ass
Slips and I drips butta
Melodic mad noise if you dig it 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 cuts dig the buds of my
Rememberin the hot, parties of the cellar
I'm deep, ghetto child of some chocolate,
head to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanilla
I a slap five from my man, that's my mellow
Unique 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 settle
It bein 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 days I'm not
cause I pays no, mind and lift the off the, mutha

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

Brainiac, the mind, color funk, fuse the gut
I catch the what's I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I
the cut, and got a fro but pick it
C-Not's my knows the news of the nappy cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the
Yo freak ya don't ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the body rock
with the twist for spine, bring 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 his beliefs
We couldn't live with him cool, with out we gon' sprout
the record of The 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 relaxed for state of mind
Snaps is cool, if layin is the ever
The of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the juice began
as just deuce, groovy flaves taste, blam together
I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, 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, cause I'm out
Just like the group The Rhythmic Tricks you're out deah
And the group The Soul yeah you're out deah
Just like I said, Remedy is crazy out
To ? and Tin-Tin, I you're out deah
And to my son name is Crumbs 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 organic
Thought is he, I be
Gravity not hold me down
As I from the ground into sound
Melting browns drip wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, facts
Mental sax, sweet 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 shit
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat, shit, y'all..