Good Music Lyrics - Organix - The Roots

Peace to all the hip cats, all the Nappy Sweets 

This is the Brother Question, broadcasting 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 for 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 morning at the Soul Shack, coolin' 

In the outback, on the songwritin' ship 

Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff 

On the cloud I be relaxin' from last night and shit 

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In studio today but hey Brother Question 

Was on the Westside asleep without a clue when 

I hollered down to Crumbs to pick up the phone and tell him to get ready 

Question, what ya doin'? Ain't nothing 

Yeah, buttered chicken wings, so I met him in the West 

Where we had to 'lax and wait for Rubber Band and Bes' 

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 

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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 yas? 

Nah, just the four of us 

Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine 

Three fine fo' five mo' fine, uhh! 

A girl says, "Hey ain't y'all The Square Roots?" 

And I'm like, "Heh, worrrd", and then the shorty passed the sign 

Now we got to make out exit 

Where? 

To the pavement 

To what? 

Crushin' trail mix 

Oh word man, yo look out 

Say what? 

Look out! 

Question dropped a whole bag of drumsticks 

Ain't nothing 

But a chicken wing, so 

He bends down to pick up the sticks and his pants fall down 

(Dang!) 

In my face, Question didn't frown, turned around 

And thought he felt a draft, so I laughed 

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 P.O. 

Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the trio 

Now I'm cahoots and got a reason for my ego 

In the words of, Los Lobos, ad-ios, a-migo 

At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm flowin' 

Tellin' Question 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 okay) 

Layin', to the sounds playin' 

Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay'n 

Trippin', I'm tryin', not to laugh, bust it 

It's the last paragraph, and I'm done half 

But Question's jokin', and I'm like hopin' 

That nobody comes in and opens, the door 

Ah man, what is 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 

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