Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

[Black
Uhh.. the molecular
of that ass grass
is organic jazz
that you are all about to
Groovy units it owwwwt..

The nappy cat, Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cerebral action
Retro is my for my peoples with the plats and
are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie backs to -- I does
Concentrate, it's not be as the grass
Hail the and let's begin yo take a dip and soul
I spill the normal yo kid I got that for your ass
and I drips like butta
Melodic mad noise if you dig it to ya
If not, catch a to the level of my mental for a smidgen
of my spirit a little dab'll do ya
Your butts to the cuts dig the buds of my
Rememberin the hot, dolla of the cellar
I'm deep, ghetto of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, plus crazy cooler vanilla
I catch a slap five from my man, my mellow
style I speak be the goods that I petal
I'm blam, to the known, known around the city
of Philly that's my home, for wack rappers settle
It that I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
be the quick, fix from the sticks of my Brother
A lot of kids, diss these I'm not amazed
cause I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the,

Just because I'm out
I say peace to all my who be out deah
To hip cats and nappy sweets you're crazy out
Just like my Foreign Objects because out deah
like that sister ? you know you're out deah
Just like the man, Manifest, you know you're out
Just like my Shawn G, you're crazy out deah
To Butterfly like dat, you you're out deah
to get up out!

Brainiac, Black's the mind, funk, fuse the gut
I catch the what's I kick it
Mysterious the of the raps crazy naps so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but pick it
C-Not's my nigga knows the news of the cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the
Yo freak freak ya ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the body rock
the twist for your spine, bring it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow fluidic
The ain't with it, then their domes is beneath
We be the Funk, mind as one umm, Crumbs umm
he told us peace, it was his beliefs
We couldn't with him cool, with that 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 what I'm about
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your of mind
Snaps is cool, if back is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the juice
as deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam together
I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to
In fact, the pen, hey yo direct
from The Tunnels Never via satellite
Here comes The Roots, now dig the I said

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

Uhh, organic artistry
Thought is he, I be
Gravity not hold me down
As I rise from the ground into
Melting drip like wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, facts
Mental sax, sweet sax
mental horn, taking the physical form
of a of abnorm-ality, re-ality's
lo-cality, vo-cality, low NOT
I got the fat shit
I got the fat shit
I got the fat shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..