[?uestlove] Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets This is the BROther ?uestion, broadcasting live Via satellite, from the Never Never Tunnels Now dig.. the rituals for today, is good music So sit back, relax.. and dig the groove
[Black Thought] Yo bust it, I digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop Not R&B because to me that's not my style and The R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul The ones that's hip won't change the dial and I remember one morning at the Soul Shack, coolin In the outback, on the songwritin ship Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff On the cloud I be relaxin from last night and shit In studio today but hey BROther ?uestion Was on the Westside asleep without a clue when I hollered down to Crumbs to pick up the phone And tell him to get ready (?uestion, what ya doin?) (Ain't no thing) Yeah, Buttered chicken wings, so I met him in the West Where we had to 'lax and wait for Rubber Band and Bes' Bassey broke down on the other side of town Yo you know what it's about, The Roots is out To the subway
Does anybody like good music? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah * repeat 2X except 'yeah' *
[Black Thought] From the subway to the studio Gots to break fast if we wanna get, to the bus Runnin like a Mex for the border (Umm, yo, oh umm, was it a bunch of yas?) Nah, just the four of us Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine (three fine) fo' five mo' fine, UHH! A girl says, "Hey ain't y'all The Square Roots?" And I'm like, "Heh, worrrd," And then the shorty passed the sign Now we got to make out exit (where?) To the pavement (to what?) Crushin trail mix (oh word man, yo look out) Say what? (look out!) ?uestion dropped a whole bag of drumsticks (Ain't no thing) but a chicken wing, so He bends down to pick up the sticks And his pants fall down (dang!) In my face, ?uestion didn't frown, turned around And thought he felt a draft, so I laughed (HAHAHAHAHAH!)
Does anybody like good music? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah * repeat 2X except 'yeah' *
[Kid Crumbs] Here comes the Crumbs, from the chums of the P.O. Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the trio Now I'm cahoots and got a reason for my ego In the words of, Los Lobos, ad-ios, a-migo
[Black Thought] At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm flowin Tellin ?uestion, to keep it, goin What I'm doin, I'm not really knowin But umm, to me see it sounds oh-and-kay'n (it sounds OK) Layin, to the sounds playin Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay'n (uh-huh) Trippin, I'm tryin, not to laugh, bust it It's the last paragraph, and I'm done half But ?uestion's jokin, and I'm like hopin That nobody comes in and opens, the door... (Ah man, what is up with you man? I'm leavin, what why you scratchin your face like that man? Look ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder)
Does anybody like good music? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it * repeat 2X except *
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