I kick it root I put my down I it root down, I put my root down So how we kick it? Gonna' kick it down Yeah, how you wanna' it? Gonna' kick it down So how you gonna' it? Gonna' it root down Gonna' it on down, gonna' kick it root donwn
It's not a put I put my foot And then I make some love, I put my root Like Pie by the Stone Alliance Everybody I'm known for dropping science I'm electric Dick Hyman I guess expect to catch the crew rhymin' let you down with the stereo sound So Mike, get on the mic and it out We're talking root down, I put my root And if you to battle me, you're putting loot down I said down, it's time to scoot down I'm a up to the mic in my goose down Come up representing the upper west makin' putting me to the test Sometimes I feel as though I've blessed Because I'm doing what I want so I never Well, I'm not out goofy like the Fruit of the Loom guys strutting like the Meters with the Look-Ka Py Py 'Cause downtown Brooklyn is where I was But the snow is falling, then I'm gone You think that I'm a fanatic A phone from Utah and I'm throwing a panic But we kick it from the root when we it on down Jimmy is my man, I want to give him a pound
I kick it down I put my down I it root down I put my down So how you wanna it? Gonna kick it down So how we gonna it? kick it root down So how we gonna it? Gonna it root down Break it all down gonna it root down
don't stop, get on the mic with the tic and the toc I'll fill you with the rim like brim I'm walking down block and you say that's him There goes the guy the funky sound The Boys you know we come to get down Because I've got the flow where I my dick And say oh my God, that's the funky So I'm going to the mic and 'cause a panic The original nasal kid is damage Every morning I took the train to high station Doing homework on the train, what a up situation On the way back up battle tapes Through the underground, underneath the sky Like Harlem battles on the Zulu beat show It's Kool Moe D vs. Busy Bee there's one you know Enough of that, I just want to give some due M.C.A. grab the mic and the Ma Bell connect you Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom "If dancin' prays to the then I shall feel alright" It feels to play a little running down my face 'cause I love to do it And no one can stop flow from flowing on A master in disaster with a sound that's gone I'll give a little out to my dad and mom For bringing me into this and so on
I kick it root I put my down I it root down I put my down So how you kick it? Gonna it root down So how we gonna it? kick it root down So how we gonna it? Gonna it root down Break it all down gonna kick it root
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