Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
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, does I backs to relax -- I does
Concentrate, it's not be natural as the
Hail the and let's begin yo take a dip and soul
I spill the normal knot yo kid I got that for 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 just a little dab'll do ya
butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killa
Rememberin the hot, dolla of the cellar
I'm deep, ghetto child of chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus crazy than vanilla
I catch a slap five from my man, that's my
Unique style I speak be the goods I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known 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 of my Brother
A lot of kids, diss these I'm not amazed
cause I pays no, mind and 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 you're crazy out deah
Just like my Foreign Objects because you're out
Just like that sister ? you you're out deah
Just like the man, Manifest, you know you're out
Just my cousin Shawn G, you're crazy out deah
To Butterfly like dat, you know out deah
to get up out!

Brainiac, Black's the mind, funk, fuse the gut
I catch the when I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I
the cut, and got a fro but can't it
my nigga 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
the twist for your spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow that's
The critics with it, then their domes is beneath
We be the Funk, Four as one umm, Crumbs umm
he told us peace, it was against his
We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we gon'
the record of The to show my attitude is out
I'm on some linear shit, takin a hit during my set
to let, these know what I'm about
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your state of
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 Bobby Mick, ridic', to this
In fact, that's the pen, hey yo
from The Tunnels Never via satellite
Here comes The Roots, now dig the I said

To all my peoples, I'm out deah
Just like the group The Rhythmic because you're out deah
And the group The Plants yeah you're out deah
Just like I said, Remedy is out deah
To ? and Tin-Tin, I think you're out
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, abstract organic
Thought is he, I be
Gravity does not hold me
As I rise the ground into sound
Melting browns like wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, facts
Mental sax, sweet sax
Sweet mental horn, taking the form
of a storm of abnorm-ality,
lo-cality, vo-cality, low NOT
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..