The Roots - I'm Out Deah lyrics

Uhh the molecular mass
Of that rhythmic ass grass
Is organic Hip-Hop jazz
That you are all about to witness
Groovy unit's check it out

The nappy cat, Black Thought, digs the nasty
Fat jazz
Artifacts and cardiac cerebral action
Retro is my Roots for my
Peoples with the plats and
Braids are twist clean
Cuts or fros beneath the hats and
Do the dance
Does I boogie backs to relax I does
Concentrate, it's not be natural as the grass
Hail the exit-in and let's begin yo
Take a dip and soul
I spill the normal knot yo kid
I got that for your ass
Slips and I drips like butter
Melodic mad noise if you dig it peace to ya
If not, catch a lift to the level of
My mental for a smidgen
Of my spirit just a little dab'll do ya
Your butts to the cuts dig
The buds of my killa rememberin the hot
Dolla parties of the cellar
I'm deep, ghetto child of some chocolate
Complected groovy head to toe
Plus crazy cooler than vanilla
I catch a slap five from my man
That's my mellow unique style I speak be the
Goods that I petal
I'm stoned blam, to the known
Known around the city
Of Philly that's my home
For makin wack rappers settle
It bein that I'm blem, kid I kicks
In the mix rhythm be the quick
Fix from the sticks of my Brother
A lot of kids, diss these days I'm not amazed
'Cause, I pays no, mind and
Lift the roof off the, mutha

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

Brainiac, Black's the mind, color funk
Fuse the gut
I catch the what's when I kick it
Mysterious the maker of the raps
Crazy naps so I lacks
The cut, and got a fro but can't pick it
C-Not's my nigga knows the news
Of the nappy cats
Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the mind
Yo freak freak ya don't ya don't stop
Cause The Roots got the body rock shit
With the twist for your spine, bring it back
UHH! Fat is my flow that's fluidic
The critics ain't with it
Then their domes is beneath
We be the Funk, Four mind as one umm
Crumbs umm
He told us peace, it was against his beliefs
We couldn't live with him cool
With that out we gon' sprout
The record of The Roots to
Show my attitude is out
I'm on some crazy linear shit
Takin a hit during my set
To let, these niggas know what I'm about
I'm all about the funk
That's relaxed for your state of mind
Snaps is cool, if layin back is the ever
The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin
Cause the juice began
As just deuce, groovy flaves that taste
Blam together i likes that, so doin
Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to this
In fact, that's the pen, hey yo direct
From The Tunnels Never Never via satellite
Here comes The Roots
Now dig the shit's I said

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

Uhh, abstract organic artistry
Thought is he, that I be
Gravity does not hold me down
As I rise from the ground into sound
Melting browns drip like wax
Building blocks, nappy cat
Blazes acts, filling facts
Mental sax, sweet mental sax
Sweet mental horn, taking the physical form
Of a storm of abnorm-ality, re-ality's
Lo-cality, vo-cality, low calorie NOT
I got the fat shit y'all
I got the fat shit y'all
I got the fat shit y'all
I got the fat, shit, y'all