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

Thompson] Mr. Trotter, a.k.a.
[BT/Tariq
Well um, Black Thought The Roots y'all

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

[?uestion/Ahmir Mr. Pitts, a.k.a.
Pitts]
Lord Akil, misfit

[?uestion/Ahmir Mr. Greene, a.k.a.
Greene]
Straight Sector 6 it's 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.
Dorsey]
Pazi Plant, The Soul

[?uestion/Ahmir Mr. Armstead, a.k.a.
[Bo/Conway
Bo-watt, The Priest

Thompson] Mr. Basset, a.k.a.
[MB/Malik
Malik Blizzunt, Foreign

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

[BROther
And we the Objects (yeah, yeah)
And like this..

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

Blunt]
Yes, I address and press about my microphone
me-ssiah, am the siah? Yes-I am
most to go because I'm equipped to flow a script
I will just and disobey, I will display banana clips
that slaughter with the words and the of the verbs
I gots the urge to splurge, like a Serb
A-drift I means a-draft I means I I means I raff
Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no tro-phy
So okey-dokey folks, most me ? so hold your ?
was willin, I'm strollin with the quotes
Like Shakespeare, Twain, or Edgar Allan Poe
But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows Maya Ange-lou
No banja-lo was played, I means banjo
so the guitar, had to take the bitch off, and
You think I'm a rookie or an amateur, but put me
on a panel or a I'll dismantle like the vandal-er
I meants to say the scandalous, vandalous, this
like my man Emilio, y'all should really know
You get the picture, if you was in an orchard
or fortress, (so you niggaz forfeit)

[BROther
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 rugged with the
Evacuatin scenes, spreadin like a drifter
I exit through my state of elevation, unifying
grains through the of the imagination, you dig
what I'm saying? But I see your mind's tricks
You you got the channel but you couldn't get a fix
upon my -- I keep it complicated
Explosion of the spirit cause I up my soul and created
So now you dig the flavor, you're tasting I gave ya
Seeping through the cellar I be the freak of nature
With, the images that I hold in my
I be the kid from the Fifth, so y'all holding what said
said, I be the omnipresent factor from the void
Fatter is the flow, so my styling is
I'm ragged, pants bagged, and umm
the be my home so I shouts to the slum
Come, the got a tale, take you on a mad trip
The thoughts
I'm too deep, you sinks down, I round, the lowest
of the levels, the raps that kill devils
The abstracts, right and exact, on the back
Rip poetical upon the track
My thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll it back
and listen, I to your mind what's missing

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

[Pazi
I'm hip to release ill units, I major soul
The ? out, so stays rhythmatic
to the when it plays, levels from the bass
They chase but they'll catch my patt-er-ns
Soul surrounds this Plant like the upon Sa-tur-n
Yo, I'm fatter than many, 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 from the Paz be-low bugged
like the nickel bag of love, slidin
through the groovy fuzz, is the buzz
Mad abornmal, is my flow, much confusion, in
My scenario's too advanced'n, for
If it's violation, soul power, will ya
defenses now you're falling, and
Cause styles are infantile not poetically correct
to I'm laughin at ya, lyrical stature, cause my status
be that is the coolest kid to do a bid on
with the grammar that be blamma, in eighty-three
I was the Grand Fruit Jammer, but now I down
and shit with the Foreign Objects..
Yeah that's right, the Foreign

?uestion]
Ahhh yeah, now two check, two
Now check it out, now it out
Get loose, get loose, Myself ? ? ? get
And just rock heartbeat showin you got
And fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

? ? ?]
Kinda like, ? catch, of the day is mad
I raise heck, no raise hell, you plays back, tape's ill
Show me just exactly what it is you want, I 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,
Stuff you had swinging, a monkey, I'm
hanging 'round, living off of Vine
as in Philly, 56th Street
The be getting jay'd on the corner
Swing my hat to the back, Kangol, no 5 Soul
Not no bootleg treat, you get 52nd Street, word up
Word to life, word is bond, to God
I'm the bean he's like a bean
I the stage is like a pod, ain't with
no metamorphosistically I a licorice
and any I wish to kiss or else I diss like this
So I step to the left, the mic, catch my breath
then, watch the Object catch wreck, uhh

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

[Shorty No
Can I it?
I kicks it for the so I kick it for you
I gotta nag a dog and note to Billy - I gets
Sound's got a lot I got my own I'm throwin
Asses are grabbed, I swing with The Roots
Suits, I got none, but throwin off that
ever since I winced at the thought of a
Yes you might be to consider me a tomboy
Boy get it right, I'm still strictly men
me your love, don't ever think I don't need 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 just average girl
Curls in my head, and yeah I I look good
Should I be the one, to break the bad
Snooze I'm tired, not when I'm hype, your type
Yo I just off!

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

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

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

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

[BROther
Now get loose, get loose, A.J. get loose
And just rock heart-beat you got the juice
And have fun (HAVE FUN) 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 that I grab send schools to the slab
As I write scores, the orator's gone
on some next ish
for the next with a wish that used to be a duck
but now you're dumbstruck
Trying to hang but you swim I think you're fucked
You traded in your for boom, tap shoes
I do and change all opposing views
I get down, I go up as I up
cause I got this O.M.B. you can't defuse
Yeahhh, here to all of you rockers
When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind my
I swift, I needs no lift
I don't have to riff because I shift the
and now my name is Simmons, but I'm not Run
With the mic in my hand, only just begun
to hold mine, I'ma plus a ton
The way I shine, I be the sun, huh!
How many times must I to say
this I miss yo when I display?
From I paint the funky picture I portray and
before I hit the court I it my forte
cause I got this, you can and get this, cause my
method is the most and I boast so you can bet
is like the best of the of the flock
And now you're walkin down the of the Always Jock
Abbreviated A.J. for the day
Bustin rhymes in your face I'm fadin away
It's like that y'all, and ya stop
The Bid on the root with the hip-hop

Thought]
Now.. get loose, get loose, get loose
And, rock heart-beat 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 one mo' gen'
I'm flexin my mental verbalistic chocolate
Sucker you're listenin so please get off of it
A score and two years ago began the mission
South of Street, on ?
and anybody diss the sure shot body rock
fresh flowin dude, we can take it to the
Sucker, Objects coming soon
From the rat cave to a room a view
My brother's B.G., and my band is U
And the stank whole funk, plus my nuc'
You can comprehend the verbal letters that I
Ahh, ooooh, ahhhh, Boyz II Men
I don't have a Benz-y are walkin like Jimmy
Make em say, "Yo ?uestion's demi," make em like ?
Man, yo, I on every gram
Move out the way, I gets on, rockin the clock
In school I used to doodle, I use my noodle
And I'll be rockin planets, and soon I'm livin
I'm a levelheaded son who where I came from
Umm, lights, camera...

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

[Black
Well umm, yak-yak, chi-chi-chi-ka-SPLACK
Thoughts that I stutter and brother that I left back
Lines of swine I'm qualified for groovy achoo
I the boogie like the flu and God Bless the Black
Cardiac cerebral abstract
The is the temple and the central sees you tryin to flam!
Man I a lift like Bob Mar-ley, and par-lay
On clouds I drop, bombs like a Sau-di, Arabian
Flocks I like Fabian
It's the sex upon the grits that call me baby and
run a finger, the knaps of the rap, singer that
a scat, from the stack, that I keep in the shack
of my soul, the bowl I got the flat out good
That's why I'm dug by the hippies plus the and hoods
in the slum, could I umm, come, should I umm,
Yes I does, and gets down I wasn't know that I was
but they gel, that's why they blow up cause didn't give spect
to the erector of the Object, I collect, to preserve
Plus develop and envelop in The Roots of
Yo the end of the line, I got mine, and I'm out

[Brother
A-ha! Ahh, suki now
It's the ?uestion
and now you how it is
when the Foreign 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...