Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

[Black
Uhh.. the mass
of that ass grass
is organic hip-hop
that you are all about to
Groovy 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, I boogie backs to relax -- I does
Concentrate, not be natural as the grass
Hail the exit-in and let's begin yo a dip and soul
I spill the normal knot yo kid I got that for ass
Slips and I drips like
Melodic mad noise if you dig it 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 dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the
I'm deep, ghetto child of chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus crazy cooler vanilla
I catch a slap five my man, that's my mellow
Unique style I 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, these 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 like my Foreign Objects because out deah
Just like 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 dat, you know you're out deah
to get up out!

Brainiac, Black's the mind, funk, fuse the gut
I catch the what's when I it
the maker of the raps crazy naps so I lacks
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 freak ya ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the rock shit
the twist for your 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 mind as one umm, 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 what I'm
I'm all about the funk, that's for your state of mind
Snaps is cool, if layin is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the began
as deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam together
I that, so doin Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, the pen, hey yo direct
from The Never 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 because you're out deah
And the group The Plants yeah you're out deah
like I said, Remedy is crazy out deah
To ? and Tin-Tin, I you're out deah
And to my son whose is Crumbs you know you're out deah
I'm Thought to the beat and yo I'm out deah
And yo my group is The Roots because we're out deah
to get up out

Uhh, organic artistry
is he, that I be
Gravity does not hold me
As I rise from the into sound
Melting browns like wax
Building blocks, cat
acts, filling facts
Mental sax, sweet 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 shit
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..