Root Down (and Get It) Lyrics - Root Down - Jimmy Smith

That's a record 

I kick it root down 

I put my root down 

I kick it root down 

I put my root down 

So are we gonna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

Are you wanna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

So are we gonna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

Gonna break it all down 

Gonna kick it root down 

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It's not a put down, I put my foot down 

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

I'm like sweetie pie by the stone alliance 

Everybody know 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 it's root down, it's time to scoot down 

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

Come up represent from the upper west 

Money makin' put me to the test 

Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed 

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

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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 do might think that I'm a fanatic 

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

So 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 are you wanna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

So are we gonna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

So are we gonna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

Break it all down 

Gonna kick it root down 

Ad Rock, don't stop, just get on the mic with the tic and the toc 

I'm gonna 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 a pass the mic and cause a panic 

The original nasal kid is doing damage 

Every morning 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 

It's 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 just want to give some respect due M.C.A. 

Grab the mic and the ma bell connect you 

Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight 

If dancin' prays to the Lord then I will feel alright 

I feel a good 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 of disaster with a sound that's gone 

I'll take 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 are we gonna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

Are you wanna kick it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

So are we gonna fuck it? 

Gonna kick it root down 

Break it all down 

Gonna kick it root down, down 

And that's a record, that's a record And that's a record, that's a record And that's a record, that's a record Oh now that's a record