The Roots - Good Music lyrics

Peace to all the hip cats
All the nappy sweets
This is the brother?uestion
Broadcastin' 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

Yo, bust it, I digs Hip-Hop
And rocks the 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 mornin' at the Soul Shack
Coolin' in the outback
On the slow ridin' ship
Blaze 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 West Side
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) but a chicken wing
So I met him in the West
Where we had to 'lax and wait
For Rubber Band and Bas'
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 real 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

Does anybody like real 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

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 ya's?)
Nah, just the four of us
'Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine
(Three fine) fo' fine, mo' fine, UHH!
A girl says, "Hey
Ain't y'all The Square Roots?"
And I'm like, "Heh, word"
And then the shorty passed the sign
Now, we got to make our exit (Where?)
To the pavement
(To what?) , to crush a trail mix
(Oh, word man, yo
Look out) Say what? (Look out)
?uestion dropped a whole bag of drumsticks
(Ain't no thing, haha) , 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
(Ha ha hahaha)

Does anybody like real 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

Does anybody like real 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

Here comes the Crumbs from the
Chums of the PO
Sprouted from The Roots and I
Was added to the trio
Now, I'm in cahoots and got
A reason for my ego
In the words of Los Lobos adios amigo

At the Rat Cave, mic in 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-ho-'n, 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's 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 real 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

Does anybody like real 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