Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

[Black
Uhh.. the molecular
of rhythmic ass grass
is organic hip-hop
you are all about to witness
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 the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to -- I does
Concentrate, not be natural as the grass
Hail the and let's begin yo take a dip and soul
I spill the knot yo kid I got that for your ass
and I drips like butta
Melodic mad if you dig it peace to ya
If not, a lift to the level of my mental for a smidgen
of my spirit just a 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 of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus cooler than vanilla
I catch a slap five from my man, my mellow
Unique style I be the goods that I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, known around the
of Philly that's my home, for wack rappers settle
It bein 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
I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the, mutha

Just because I'm out
I say peace to all my peoples who be out
To hip and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah
Just like my Foreign Objects you're out deah
Just like that sister ? you you're out deah
like the man, Manifest, you know 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, funk, fuse 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 pick it
C-Not's my knows the news of the nappy cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it the mind
Yo freak freak ya ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the rock shit
with the for your spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow that's
The critics ain't with it, then domes is beneath
We be the Funk, mind as one umm, Crumbs umm
he told us peace, it was against his
We couldn't live with him cool, with out we gon' sprout
the record of The Roots to my attitude is out
I'm on some crazy linear shit, a hit during my set
to let, these niggaz know what I'm
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your state of
Snaps is cool, if back is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, the juice began
as just deuce, groovy flaves that taste, together
I likes that, so doin Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, the pen, hey yo direct
from The Tunnels Never Never via
Here comes The Roots, now dig the shits I

To all my peoples, I'm out deah
Just like the group The Rhythmic Tricks because you're out
And the group The Soul Plants yeah you're out
Just like I said, Remedy is crazy out
To ? and Tin-Tin, I think out deah
And to my son whose 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 The Roots because we're out deah
to get up out

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