Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

[Black
Uhh.. the molecular
of that ass grass
is hip-hop jazz
that you are all about to
units check it owwwwt..

The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cerebral action
Retro is my Roots for my with the plats and
braids are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the and
do the dance, does I boogie to relax -- I does
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 to the cuts dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hot, dolla of the cellar
I'm deep, ghetto child of chocolate, complected
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 stoned blam, to the known, around the city
of Philly that's my home, for makin rappers settle
It bein I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
Rhythm be the quick, fix the sticks of my Brother
A lot of kids, diss days I'm not amazed
I pays no, mind and lift 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 out deah
Just like my Foreign Objects because you're out
Just like sister ? you know you're out deah
Just like the man, Manifest, you you're out deah
Just like my cousin Shawn G, you're crazy out
To like dat, you know you're 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 so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but can't it
C-Not's my knows the news of the nappy cats
and kicks, and how it ease the mind
Yo freak freak ya ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the body rock
the twist 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 mind as one umm, umm
he us peace, it was against his beliefs
We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we gon'
the of The Roots 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 state of mind
Snaps is cool, if back is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the juice
as just deuce, flaves that taste, blam together
I likes that, so Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, the pen, hey yo direct
from The Tunnels Never via satellite
Here comes The Roots, now dig the shits I

To all my peoples, I'm out deah
Just the group The Rhythmic Tricks because you're out deah
And the The Soul Plants yeah you're 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 you know you're out deah
I'm Black Thought to the beat and yo I'm out
And yo my is called The Roots because we're out deah
to get up out

Uhh, abstract artistry
Thought is he, I be
Gravity does not me down
As I rise from the ground into
Melting browns like wax
Building blocks, cat
Blazes acts, facts
Mental sax, sweet sax
mental 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..