I'm Out Deah Lyrics - Organix - The Roots

[black thought] 

Uhh. the molecular mass 

Of that rhythmic ass grass 

Is organic hip-hop jazz 

That 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 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 butta 

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 

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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 niggaz 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 shits I said 

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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.