Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Out Deah

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

The cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
Artifacts and cardiac action
Retro is my Roots for my with the plats and
braids are clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats and
do the dance, does I boogie to relax -- I does
Concentrate, it's not be natural as the
Hail the exit-in and begin yo take a dip and soul
I spill the normal knot yo kid I got for your ass
Slips and I drips like
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 just a little do ya
Your butts to the cuts dig the of my killa
Rememberin the hot, parties of the cellar
I'm deep, child of some chocolate, complected
groovy head to toe, crazy cooler than vanilla
I catch a five from my man, that's my mellow
Unique style I speak be the that I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known, around the city
of that's my home, for makin wack rappers settle
It that I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
Rhythm be the quick, fix the sticks of my Brother
A lot of kids, diss these days I'm not
cause I pays no, mind and the roof off the, mutha

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

Brainiac, the mind, color funk, fuse the gut
I the what's when I kick it
the maker of the raps crazy naps so I lacks
the cut, and got a fro but can't it
C-Not's my knows the news of the nappy cats
and kicks, and how it ease the mind
Yo freak freak ya ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the body shit
with the twist for your spine, it back, UHH!
Fat is my flow fluidic
The critics 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 live with him cool, with out we gon' sprout
the of The Roots to show my attitude is out
I'm on crazy linear shit, takin a hit during my set
to let, these niggaz what I'm about
I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for state of mind
Snaps is cool, if layin back is the
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the began
as just deuce, flaves that taste, blam together
I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to
In fact, that's the pen, hey yo
from The Tunnels Never via satellite
comes The Roots, now dig the shits 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 yeah you're out deah
Just like I said, is crazy out deah
To ? and Tin-Tin, I think you're out
And to my son name is Crumbs you know you're out deah
I'm Black Thought to the beat and yo I'm out
And yo my group is called The because we're out deah
to get up out

Uhh, abstract artistry
is he, that I be
Gravity not hold me down
As I rise from the into sound
Melting browns drip wax
blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, filling
sax, sweet mental sax
Sweet mental horn, the physical form
of a of abnorm-ality, re-ality's
lo-cality, vo-cality, low NOT
I got the fat y'all
I got the fat shit
I got the fat shit
I got the fat, shit, y'all..