Root Down Lyrics - Ill Communication - Beastie Boys

I kick it root down 

I put my root down 

I kick it root down, I put my root down 

So how we gonna' kick it? 

Gonna' kick it root down 

Yeah, how you wanna' kick it? 

Gonna' kick it root down 

So how you gonna' kick it? 

Gonna' kick it root down 

Gonna' break it on down, gonna' kick it root donwn 

It's not a put down 

I put my foot down 

And then I make some love, I put my root down 

Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance 

Everybody knows I'm known for dropping science 

I'm electric like Dick Hyman 

I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhymin' 

Never let you down with the stereo sound 

So Mike, get on the mic and turn it out 

We're talking root down, I put my root down 

And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down 

I said root down, it's time to scoot down 

I'm a step up to the mic in my goose down 

Come up representing from the upper west 

Money makin' putting me to the test 

Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed 

Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest 

Well, I'm not coming out goofy like the Fruit of the Loom guys 

Just strutting like the Meters with the Look-Ka Py Py 

'Cause downtown Brooklyn is where I was born 

But when the snow is falling, then I'm gone 

You might think that I'm a fanatic 

A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic 

But we kick it from the root when we break it on down 

Jimmy smith is my man, I want to give him a pound 

I kick it root down 

I put my root down 

I kick it root down 

I put my root down 

So how you wanna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

So how we gonna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

So how we gonna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

Break it all down gonna kick it root down 

AdRock don't stop, get on the mic with the tic and the toc 

I'll fill you with the fuckin' rim like brim 

I'm walking down your block and you say that's him 

There goes the guy with the funky sound 

The Beastie Boys you know we come to get down 

Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick 

And say oh my God, that's the funky shit 

So I'm going to pass the mic and 'cause a panic 

The original nasal kid is doing damage 

Every morning I took the train to high street station 

Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation 

On the way back up hearing battle tapes 

Through the underground, underneath the sky scrapes 

Like Harlem world battles on the Zulu beat show 

It's Kool Moe D vs. Busy Bee there's one you should know 

Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due 

M.C.A. grab the mic and the Ma Bell will connect you 

Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight 

"If dancin' prays to the lord then I shall feel alright" 

It feels to play a little music 

Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it 

And no one can stop this flow from flowing on 

A flow master in disaster with a sound that's gone 

I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom 

For bringing me into this world and so on 

I kick it root down 

I put my root down 

I kick it root down 

I put my root down 

So how you wanna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

So how we gonna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

So how we gonna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

Break it all down gonna kick it root down 

Yeah, that shit's on down 

And that's a record, that's a record 'cause of Mario 

And that's a record, that's a record 'cause of Mario 

And that's a record, that's a record to Mario 

Awww, now that's a record, buddy