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

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

[?uestion/Ahmir Mr. Simmons, a.k.a.
[AJ/Joseph
A.J. Shine, The Dollar Sign, bid'ness

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

Thompson] Mr. Greene, a.k.a.
[MM/Tony
Straight from Sector 6 it's Mr.

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

Thompson] Mr. Cee, a.k.a.
? ? ?]
Myself, me and I

Thompson] Mr. Dorsey, a.k.a.
[PP/Jamal
Pazi Plant, The Plant

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

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

Thompson] Mr. Thompson, a.k.a.
[B?/Ahmir
BROther ?uestion, from Square Roots (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 have fun (HAVE FUN) fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

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

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

[? ? ?]
Picture this as I get rugged with the
Evacuatin scenes, spreadin thoughts a drifter
I exit my state of greater elevation, unifying
through the force 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 opened up my and created
So now you dig the flavor, you're what I gave ya
Seeping through the cause I be the freak of nature
With, the images that I hold in my
I be the kid the Fifth, so y'all holding what I've said
I've said, I be the omnipresent factor the void
Fatter is the flow, so my styling is
I'm ragged, pants bagged, and umm
the ghetto be my home so I to the slum
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 that kill
The abstracts, right and exact, knapsack's on the
Rip flows upon the track
My thoughts escape onto a tape, play it back
and listen, I brought to your what's missing

?uestion]
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!!!!

Plant]
I'm hip to release ill units, I displays major
The ? out, so soul rhythmatic
to the static when it plays, from the bass
They chase but they'll catch my patt-er-ns
Soul surrounds this Plant the rings upon Sa-tur-n
Yo, I'm fatter than many, came to away any job
Umm, cat, if it's abstract I'm liable
take portion cause I'll fly that ?
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 scenario's too advanced'n, for
If it's violation, soul power, shower ya
defenses now falling, and crawling
your styles are infantile not poetically correct
to I'm laughin at ya, lyrical stature, cause my status
be is the coolest kid to do a bid on fakers
with the grammar that be blamma, back in
I was the Grand Fruit Jammer, but now I gets
and wreck shit with the Objects..
Yeah right, the Foreign Objects

[BROther
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 have fun (HAVE FUN) fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

? ? ?]
Kinda like, ? catch, of the day is mad
I raise heck, no raise hell, you back, your tape's ill
Show me exactly what it is you want, I give you what we got
We got flow, we got soul, we get off, a lot
So lock up, doors, cause I'm
Busting Loose like Richard Pryor, stuff on fire
We got funky,
you had swinging, like a monkey, I'm
always 'round, living off of Vine
as in West Philly, Street
The be getting jay'd on the corner
Swing my hat to the back, Kangol, no maybe 5
Not no treat, you get from 52nd Street, word up
to life, word is bond, word to God
I'm the bean he's like a bean
I guess the stage is a pod, ain't with
no metamorphosistically I a licorice
and any miss I wish to kiss or else I diss like
So I step to the left, drop the mic, catch my
then, watch the Object catch wreck, uhh

[BROther
Get loose, get loose, get loose
And just rock heartbeat you got juice
And have fun (HAVE FUN) 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 - I gets down
Sound's got a lot I got my own I'm passes
are grabbed, when I swing with The Roots
Suits, I got none, but throwin off that
ever since I winced at the of a dress
Yes you be wantin to consider me a tomboy
Boy get it right, I'm still strictly men
Send me love, don't ever think I don't need it
I got problems, can you help me out?
Shout a little if you're sure that you hear me
me not, I'm just another average girl
Curls in my head, and yeah I think I look
Should I be the one, to break the bad
Snooze when I'm tired, not I'm hype, your type
Yo I just off!

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

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

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

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

?uestion]
Now get loose, get loose, A.J. get loose
And just rock showin you got the juice
And fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

[A.J.
First off, I'm burstin off of gab
and lifted by the gift, I start to jab
The rhymes that I grab schools to the slab
As I write scores, the funky orator's
on some ish lookin
for the next with a wish that used to be a duck
but now stuck dumbstruck
Trying to hang but you can't swim I think you're
You in your blues for boom, tap shoes
I do shows and change all opposing
I get down, I go up as I up
I got this O.M.B. rhyme you can't defuse
Yeahhh, here to all of you rockers
When I carry the ball, I be-hind my blockers
I move swift, I needs no
I don't have to riff because I shift the
and now my is Joseph 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 many times must I to say
this I never yo when I display?
From styles I paint the picture I portray and
before I hit the court I made it my
cause I got this, you can come and get this, my
method is the most and I so you can bet this
is the best of the rest of the flock
And now you're walkin down the hallways of the Jock
Abbreviated A.J. for the day
Bustin rhymes in face while I'm fadin away
like that y'all, and ya don't stop
The funky Bid on the root with the

Thought]
Now.. get loose, get loose, ?uestion get
And, rock heart-beat YOU got juice
And fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
Have, HAVE, FUN!!!!

[BROther
me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to flow
To bust a fat rat-a-tat one mo' gen'
I'm flexin with my mental chocolate
Sucker know you're so please get off of it
A score and two ago began the ?uestion's mission
South of Street, on ?
and anybody diss the sure shot body rock
flowin dude, we can take it to the stage
Sucker, Foreign Objects soon
From the rat cave to a room a view
My B.G., and my band is Josh U
And the whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc'
You can the verbal letters that I send
Ahh, ooooh, ahhhh, Boyz II Men
I don't have a Benz-y shoes are walkin Jimmy
Make em say, "Yo demi," make em squeal like ?
Man, yo, I on every gram
Move out the way, I gets on, rockin round the
In school I used to doodle, nowadays I use my
And I'll be rockin planets, and soon I'm livin
I'm a levelheaded son who knows I came from
Umm, lights, camera...

[? ? ?]
Get loose, get loose, Black get loose
And just rock heartbeat 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 that I left back behind
Lines of swine I'm qualified for groovy achoo
I caught the boogie like the flu and God the Black
Cardiac abstract cathedral
The mental is the temple and the central you tryin to flam!
Man I a lift like Bob Mar-ley, and par-lay
On airy clouds I drop, bombs a Sau-di, Arabian
Flocks I rocks like
It's the nipple sex upon the grits that call me and
run a finger, through the knaps of the rap, 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 the pimps and hoods
in the slum, could I umm, come, I umm, come
Yes I does, and gets down said I know that I was
but they gel, that's why they blow up cause they didn't spect
to the erector of the Foreign Object, I collect, to
Plus develop and envelop in The of rhyme
Yo the end of the line, I got mine, and I'm out

?uestion]
A-ha! Ahh, suki now
the Brother ?uestion
and now you how it is
when the 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...