| Song | I'm Out Deah |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | Organix |
| 作词 : Black Thought, Storch ... | |
| Uhh.. the molecular massof that rhythmic ass grassis organic hip-hop jazzthat you are all about to witness | |
| Groovy units check it owwwwt.. | |
| The nappy cat, | |
| Black Thought, digs the | |
| NasteeFatJazz | |
| Artifacts and cardiac cerebral action | |
| Retro is my | |
| Roots for my peoples with the plats andbraids are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats anddo the dance, does | |
| I boogie backs to relax -- | |
| I doesConcentrate, 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 butta | |
| Melodic mad noise if you dig it peace to ya | |
| If not, catch a lift to the level of my mental for a smidgenof 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, complectedgroovy 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 petalI'm stoned blam, to the known, known around the cityof | |
| 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 | |
| BrotherA lot of kids, diss these days | |
| I'm not amazedcause | |
| 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 deahto get up out! | |
| Brainiac, | |
| Black's the mind, color funk, fuse the gut | |
| I catch the what's when | |
| I kick itMysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so | |
| I lacksthe 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 shitwith 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 ummhe told us peace, it was against his beliefs | |
| We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we gon' sproutthe record of | |
| The Roots to show my attitude is out | |
| I'm on some crazy linear shit, takin a hit during my setto let, these niggaz know what | |
| I'm aboutI'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 beganas 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 directfrom | |
| The Tunnels | |
| Never Never via satellite | |
| Here comes | |
| The Roots, now dig the shits | |
| I saidTo 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 deahto get up out | |
| Uhh, abstract organic artistry | |
| Thought is he, that | |
| I beGravity 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 formof a storm of abnorm-ality, re-ality'slo-cality, vo-cality, low calorie | |
| NOTI 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.. |
| zuò cí : Black Thought, Storch ... | |
| Uhh.. the molecular massof that rhythmic ass grassis organic hiphop jazzthat you are all about to witness | |
| Groovy units check it owwwwt.. | |
| The nappy cat, | |
| Black Thought, digs the | |
| NasteeFatJazz | |
| Artifacts and cardiac cerebral action | |
| Retro is my | |
| Roots for my peoples with the plats andbraids are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats anddo the dance, does | |
| I boogie backs to relax | |
| I doesConcentrate, it' s not be natural as the grass | |
| Hail the exitin 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 butta | |
| Melodic mad noise if you dig it peace to ya | |
| If not, catch a lift to the level of my mental for a smidgenof 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, complectedgroovy 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 petalI' m stoned blam, to the known, known around the cityof | |
| 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 | |
| BrotherA lot of kids, diss these days | |
| I' m not amazedcause | |
| 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 deahto get up out! | |
| Brainiac, | |
| Black' s the mind, color funk, fuse the gut | |
| I catch the what' s when | |
| I kick itMysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so | |
| I lacksthe cut, and got a fro but can' t pick it | |
| CNot' 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 shitwith 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 ummhe told us peace, it was against his beliefs | |
| We couldn' t live with him cool, with that out we gon' sproutthe record of | |
| The Roots to show my attitude is out | |
| I' m on some crazy linear shit, takin a hit during my setto let, these niggaz know what | |
| I' m aboutI' 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 beganas 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 directfrom | |
| The Tunnels | |
| Never Never via satellite | |
| Here comes | |
| The Roots, now dig the shits | |
| I saidTo 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 deahto get up out | |
| Uhh, abstract organic artistry | |
| Thought is he, that | |
| I beGravity 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 formof a storm of abnormality, reality' slocality, vocality, low calorie | |
| NOTI 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.. |