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[Black
the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning
From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects tree
is mad abstract
All the way from Philly, we got the hip-hop coalition
called the Foreign in effect
like dat, now dig

[?uestion/Ahmir Mr. Trotter, a.k.a.
Trotter]
Well um, Black Thought from The y'all

Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a.
[AJ/Joseph
A.J. Shine, The Sign, funky bid'ness

Thompson] Mr. Pitts, a.k.a.
[LA/Micah
Lord Akil, social

[?uestion/Ahmir Mr. Greene, a.k.a.
Greene]
Straight from Sector 6 Mr. Manifest

Thompson] Ms. Thompson, a.k.a.
[SNM/Terresa
Shorty... (Oooooh!)

[?uestion/Ahmir Mr. Cee, a.k.a.
? ? ?]
Myself, me and I

[?uestion/Ahmir Mr. Dorsey, a.k.a.
[PP/Jamal
Pazi Plant, The Plant

[?uestion/Ahmir Mr. Armstead, a.k.a.
Armstead]
Bo-watt, The Rhythmic

Thompson] Mr. Basset, a.k.a.
Basset]
Malik Blizzunt, Foreign

[?uestion/Ahmir Mr. Thompson, a.k.a.
Thompson]
BROther ?uestion, from Square y'all (yeah, ha-hah)

?uestion]
And we the Foreign (yeah, yeah)
And like this..

Now get loose, get loose, B get loose
And just rock heartbeat you got juice
And fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

Blunt]
Yes, I will address and press my microphone
me-ssiah, am the best siah? am
most to go because I'm equipped to flow a script
I just slay and disobey, I will display banana clips
that slaughter with the words and the herds of the
I the urge to splurge, like a Bosnian Serb
I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raff
Rap's ca-tas-trophe, want no brass tro-phy
So folks, most provoke me ? so hold your ?
was willin, cause I'm strollin with the
Like Shakespeare, Twain, or Edgar Allan Poe
But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya
No banja-lo was played, I means betrayed
so the guitar, had to the bitch off, and slay
You might think I'm a or an amateur, but put me
on a panel or a channel I'll like the vandal-er
I meants to say the scandalous, vandalous, this
like my man Emilio, what y'all should really
You couldn't get the picture, if you was in an
or fortress, (so you better forfeit)

?uestion]
Now get loose, get loose, ? get
And just heartbeat showin you got juice
And have fun (HAVE FUN) fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

[? ? ?]
Picture this as I get with the scrpiture
scenes, spreadin thoughts like a drifter
I exit through my state of elevation, unifying
grains the force of the imagination, you dig
what I'm saying? But I see mind's playing tricks
You thought you got the but you couldn't get a fix
my mental -- I keep it complicated
Explosion of the spirit cause I opened up my soul and
So now you dig the flavor, you're tasting I gave ya
Seeping through the cellar cause I be the freak of
With, the that I hold in my head
I be the kid from the Fifth, so y'all holding what said
I've said, I be the omnipresent factor the void
Fatter is the flow, so my is employed
I'm ragged, pants bagged, and umm
the ghetto be my home so I shouts to the
Come, the got a tale, take you on a mad trip
The unveil
I'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round, the
of the levels, the positive raps kill devils
The abstracts, right and exact, knapsack's on the
Rip poetical flows the track
My escape onto a tape, you'll play it back
and listen, I brought to your mind missing

[BROther
Now get loose, get loose, Plant get loose
And rock heartbeat showin you got juice
And fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

[Pazi
I'm hip to release ill units, I displays major
The ? out, so soul stays
to the when it plays, levels from the bass
They chase but never catch my patt-er-ns
Soul surrounds this Plant the rings upon Sa-tur-n
Yo, I'm than many, came to kick away any job
Umm, cat, conniver if it's abstract I'm
take portion cause fly that head ?
Dig the jazz that's closets from the Paz be-low
like the nickel bag of love, slidin
through the groovy fuzz, Plants is the
Mad abornmal, is my flow, much confusion, in
My too advanced'n, for duplication
If it's violation, power, will shower ya
defenses now falling, and crawling
Cause your styles are infantile not correct
to test I'm at ya, lyrical stature, cause my status
be that is the kid to do a bid on fakers
with the that be blamma, back in eighty-three
I was the Grand Fruit Jammer, but now I gets
and wreck with the Foreign Objects..
Yeah right, the Foreign Objects

[BROther
yeah, now two check, two check
Now it out, now check it out
Get loose, get loose, Myself ? ? ? get
And rock heartbeat showin you got juice
And have fun (HAVE FUN) fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

? ? ?]
Kinda like, ? catch, of the day is mad
I heck, no raise hell, you plays back, your tape's ill
me just exactly what it is you want, I give you what we got
We got flow, we got soul, we get off, a lot
So up, your doors, cause I'm
Busting Loose Richard Pryor, setting stuff on fire
We got funky,
you had swinging, like a monkey, I'm
always hanging 'round, off of Vine
as in Philly, 56th Street
The kids be getting jay'd on the
Swing my hat to the back, Kangol, no 5 Soul
Not no bootleg treat, you get from Street, word up
Word to life, is bond, word to God
I'm the bean he's like a bean
I the stage is like a pod, ain't with
no I kiss a licorice
and any miss I wish to kiss or else I like this
So I step to the left, drop the mic, my breath
then, the Foreign Object catch wreck, uhh

?uestion]
Get loose, get loose, Shorty get
And rock heartbeat showin you got juice
And fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

No Mas]
Can I it?
I it for the others so I kick it for you
I gotta nag a dog and note to Billy - I down
got a lot I got my own I'm throwin passes
Asses are grabbed, when I swing with The
Suits, I got none, but throwin off that
ever I winced at the thought of a dress
Yes you might be wantin to consider me a
Boy get it right, I'm strictly lovin men
Send me your love, don't ever think I don't it
Shit I got problems, can you help me
a little louder if you're sure that you hear me
Fear me not, I'm another average girl
Curls in my head, and I think I look good
Should I be the one, to break the bad
when I'm tired, not when I'm hype, your type
Yo I came off!

[BROther
Get loose, get loose, get loose
And just heartbeat showin you got juice
And fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

[Mr.
Introducing lyrics for the year of
The brainchild is about to kick the groovy
speak out the head, for the hardrocks
to resurrect the ghetto beats for the blocks
You can dig the styles cause the styles are for the
A fat of soul, that's how the Sector roll
Never fake material, why should I?
The mind is so to rip, so why would I
you less than that, you in fact, this is where it's at
cause lyrics I've provided is about to the bat
and shake up the levels from New York to
It's all about the lyrics, not about the ego
Quick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro I am
It's profound, like the from the underground
Every single lyric is prepared, in the hunt for the
with scoops of fat loops and lingo
being felt, all over in the fifty states
Breaking more beats my moms breaks the china plates
Transmitting, areas we freak with funk
when we come to Earth, with a trunk of fat, soul
Alert doing on the everyday
Here to bring the swing like my man Hathaway
Just, follow the line, and do what we do
Because you gotta get a grip, if you your shit

[BROther
Now get loose, get loose, Lord Akil get
And rock heartbeat showin you got juice
And fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

Akil]
Umm, from the Southern of Philly yet of The Roots
there me, who?
The janky little brother of Mr.
A jazz kickin kid who flows, like the river
Not of Honda scooters, but I'll take an Accord and
zoom through your borough, because I'm crazy thorough
No offspring running but no my penile is not sterile
Collects the crazy papes from, selling tapes, umm
Big heads be gettin swollen, I crush em just like
The level that I'm zoning, the one that's on the
Eatin buds or mad grass that gets you than a bird
Kinks, be in the head, cause I the curls to Jheri
Got mad out the ass with shit, fat like William Perry
A poor black kid with rhythm, a eye for jazzy
Straight from the underground, found new on the South Streets
We ? off the jams that will the people's souls
the Objects that are Foreign, the kids with baggy clothes
are the that I'm coolin with, when we be together
Two and two equals four but Objects be forever
So, just let me as I reach up to the next plateau
And then you'll me my respect
Uhh, I'm a Foreign Object

[BROther
Now get loose, get loose, A.J. Shine get
And just rock heart-beat you got the juice
And fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

[A.J.
First off, I'm off shots of gab
and lifted by the gift, I start to jab
The rhymes that I send schools to the slab
As I write scores, the funky orator's
on some next ish
for the next fish with a wish that used to be a
but now stuck dumbstruck
Trying to hang but you can't swim I you're fucked
You traded in blues for boom, tap shoes
I do shows and change all opposing
I get down, I go up as I up
cause I got O.M.B. rhyme you can't defuse
Yeahhh, here to rock all of you
When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind my
I move swift, I needs no
I don't have to riff I shift the gift
and now my name is Simmons, but I'm not Run
With the mic in my hand, I've just begun
to mine, I'ma goldmine plus a ton
The way I shine, I be the sun, huh!
How times must I have to say
this I never yo when I display?
styles I paint the funky picture I portray and
before I hit the court I it my forte
cause I got this, you can come and get this, my
method is the most and I boast so you can bet
is like the of the rest of the flock
And now you're walkin down the hallways of the Always
A.J. here for the day
Bustin rhymes in your face I'm fadin away
It's that y'all, and ya don't stop
The funky Bid on the root the hip-hop

[Black
Now.. get loose, get loose, ?uestion get
And, rock showin YOU got juice
And have fun (HAVE FUN) fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

?uestion]
It's me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to
To bust a fat rat-a-tat rhyme one mo'
I'm flexin with my mental verbalistic
know you're listenin so please get off of it
A score and two years ago began the mission
of 52nd Street, on ?
and wanna diss the sure shot body rock
fresh dude, we can take it to the stage
Sucker, Foreign coming soon
From the rat cave to a with a view
My B.G., and my band is Josh U
And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my
You can the verbal letters that I send
Ahh, ooooh, ahhhh, like II Men
I don't a Benz-y shoes are walkin like Jimmy
em say, "Yo ?uestion's demi," make em squeal like ?
Man, yo, I on every gram
Move out the way, I gets on, round the clock
In school I used to doodle, I use my noodle
And I'll be planets, and soon I'm livin fatter
I'm a levelheaded son who knows where I from
Umm, lights, camera...

[? ? ?]
Get loose, get loose, Black Thought get
And rock heartbeat showin you got the juice
And fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

Thought]
Well umm, yak-yak, chi-chi-chi-ka-SPLACK
Thoughts that I stutter and brother that I back behind
Lines of I'm qualified for groovy stew achoo
I caught the boogie like the flu and God the Black
cerebral abstract cathedral
The mental is the temple and the central sees you to flam!
Man I a lift like Bob Mar-ley, and par-lay
On airy clouds I drop, like a Sau-di, Arabian
Flocks I rocks Fabian
It's the nipple sex upon the grits that call me and
run a finger, through the knaps of the rap, singer
a scat, from the stack, that I keep in the shack
of my soul, bring the bowl I got the flat out
That's why I'm dug by the plus the pimps and hoods
in the slum, I umm, come, should I umm, come
Yes I does, and down said I wasn't know that I was
but they gel, that's why they blow up they didn't give spect
to the erector of the Foreign Object, I collect, to
Plus develop and in The Roots of rhyme
Yo the end of the line, I got mine, and I'm out

[Brother
A-ha! Ahh, suki now
It's the Brother
and now you how it is
the Foreign Objects get wreck
that, yeah, ha ha ha
And we out y'all, and we out
And we out y'all, and we out
And we out y'all...