The Session (longest Posse Cut In History) Lyrics - Organix - The Roots

[Black Thought] 

From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning 

From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree 

This is mad abstract 

All the way live from Philly, we got the hip-hop coalition 

called the Foreign Objects in effect 

It's like dat, now dig 

[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Trotter, a.k.a. 

[BT/Tariq Trotter] 

Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all 

[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. 

[AJ/Joseph Simmons] 

A.J. Shine, The Dollar Sign, funky bid'ness 

[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Pitts, a.k.a. 

[LA/Micah Pitts] 

Lord Akil, social misfit 

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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Greene, a.k.a. 

[MM/Tony Greene] 

Straight from Sector 6 it's Mr. Manifest 

[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Ms. Thompson, a.k.a. 

[SNM/Terresa Thompson] 

Shorty... pussy (Oooooh!) 

[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Cee, a.k.a. 

[Myself ? ? ?] 

Myself, me Myself and I 

[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Dorsey, a.k.a. 

[PP/Jamal Dorsey] 

Pazi Plant, The Soul Plant 

[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Armstead, a.k.a. 

[Bo/Conway Armstead] 

Bo-watt, The Rhythmic Priest 

[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Basset, a.k.a. 

[MB/Malik Basset] 

Malik Blizzunt, Foreign Objects 

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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Thompson, a.k.a. 

[B?/Ahmir Thompson] 

BROther ?uestion, from Square Roots y'all (yeah, ha-hah) 

[BROther ?uestion] 

And we the Foreign Objects (yeah, yeah) 

And it's like this.. 

Now get loose, get loose, Malik B get loose 

And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice 

And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) 

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! 

[Malik Blunt] 

Yes, I will address and press about my microphone 

me-ssiah, am the best siah? Yes-I am 

most quick to go because I'm equipped to flow a script 

I will just slay and disobey, I will display banana clips 

that slaughter with the words and the herds of the verbs 

I gots the urge to splurge, like a Bosnian Serb 

A-drift I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raff 

Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phy 

So okey-dokey folks, most provoke me ? so hold your ? 

was willin, cause I'm strollin with the quotes 

Like Shakespeare, Mark Twain, or Edgar Allan Poe 

But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-lou 

No banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayed 

so the guitar, had to take the bitch off, and slay 

You might think I'm a rookie or an amateur, but put me 

on a panel or a channel I'll dismantle like the vandal-er 

I meants to say the scandalous, vandalous, handle this 

like my man Emilio, what y'all should really know 

You couldn't get the picture, if you was in an orchard 

or fortress, (so you niggaz better forfeit) 

[BROther ?uestion] 

Now get loose, get loose, ? get loose 

And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice 

And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) 

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! 

[? ? ?] 

Picture this as I get rugged with the scrpiture 

Evacuatin scenes, spreadin thoughts like a drifter 

I exit through my state of greater elevation, unifying 

grains through the force of the imagination, you dig 

what I'm saying? But I see your mind's playing tricks 

You thought you got the channel but you couldn't get a fix 

upon my mental -- I keep it complicated 

Explosion of the spirit cause I opened up my soul and created 

So now you dig the flavor, you're tasting what I gave ya 

Seeping through the cellar cause I be the freak of nature 

With, the images that I hold in my head 

I be the kid from the Fifth, so y'all holding what I've said 

I've said, I be the omnipresent factor from the void 

Fatter is the flow, so my styling is employed 

I'm ragged, pants worn bagged, and umm 

the ghetto be my home so I shouts to the slum 

Come, the misfit's got a tale, take you on a mad trip 

The thoughts unveil 

I'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round, the lowest 

of the levels, the positive raps that kill devils 

The abstracts, right and exact, knapsack's on the back 

Rip poetical flows upon the track 

My thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll play it back 

and listen, I brought to your mind what's missing 

[BROther ?uestion] 

Now get loose, get loose, Pazi Plant get loose 

And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice 

And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) 

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! 

[Pazi Plant] 

I'm hip to release ill units, I displays major soul 

The ? out, so soul stays rhythmatic 

to the static when it plays, levels from the bass 

They chase but they'll never catch my patt-er-ns 

Soul surrounds this Plant like the rings upon Sa-tur-n 

Yo, I'm fatter than many, came to kick away any job 

Umm, cat, conniver if it's abstract I'm liable 

take portion cause I'll fly that head ? 

Dig the jazz that's closets from the Paz be-low bugged 

Groovy like the nickel bag of love, slidin 

through the groovy fuzz, Plants is the buzz 

Mad abornmal, is my flow, much confusion, enhanced in 

My scenario's too advanced'n, for duplication 

If it's violation, soul power, will shower ya 

defenses now you're falling, and crawling 

Cause your styles are infantile not poetically correct 

to test I'm laughin at ya, lyrical stature, cause my status 

be that is the coolest kid to do a bid on fakers 

with the grammar that be blamma, back in eighty-three 

I was the Grand Fruit Jammer, but now I gets down 

and wreck shit with the Foreign Objects.. 

Yeah that's right, the Foreign Objects 

[BROther ?uestion] 

Ahhh yeah, now two check, two check 

Now check it out, now check it out 

Get loose, get loose, Myself ? ? ? get loose 

And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice 

And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) 

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! 

[Myself ? ? ?] 

Kinda like, ? catch, of the day is mad wreck 

I raise heck, no raise hell, you plays back, your tape's ill 

Show me just exactly what it is you want, I give you what we got 

We got flow, we got soul, we get off, a lot 

So lock up, your doors, cause I'm 

Busting Loose like Richard Pryor, setting stuff on fire 

We got funky, rhymes 

Stuff you had swinging, like a monkey, I'm 

always hanging 'round, living off of Vine 

as in West Philly, 56th Street 

The kids be getting jay'd on the corner 

Swing my hat to the back, Kangol, no maybe 5 Soul 

Not no bootleg treat, you get from 52nd Street, word up 

Word to life, word is bond, word to God 

I'm like the bean he's like a bean 

I guess the stage is like a pod, ain't with 

no metamorphosistically I kiss a licorice 

and any miss I wish to kiss or else I diss like this 

So I step to the left, drop the mic, catch my breath 

then, watch the Foreign Object catch wreck, uhh 

[BROther ?uestion] 

Get loose, get loose, Shorty get loose 

And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice 

And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) 

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! 

[Shorty No Mas] 

Can I kicks it? 

I kicks it for the others so I kick it for you 

I gotta nag a dog and note to Billy - I gets down 

Sound's got a lot I got my own I'm throwin passes 

Asses are grabbed, when I swing with The Roots 

Suits, I got none, but throwin off that accoutrements 

ever since I winced at the thought of a dress 

Yes you might be wantin to consider me a tomboy 

Boy get it right, I'm still strictly lovin men 

Send me your love, don't ever think I don't need it 

Shit I got problems, can you help me out? 

Shout a little louder if you're sure that you hear me 

Fear me not, I'm just another average girl 

Curls in my head, and yeah I think I look good 

Should I be the one, to break the bad news? 

Snooze when I'm tired, not when I'm hype, your type 

Yo I just came off! 

[BROther ?uestion] 

Get loose, get loose, Manifest get loose 

And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice 

And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) 

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! 

[Mr. Manifest] 

Introducing lyrics for the year of ninety-three 

The black brainchild is about to kick the groovy 

speak out the head, provided for the hardrocks 

Here to resurrect the ghetto beats for the blocks 

You can dig the styles cause the styles are for the digging 

A fat sack of soul, that's how the Sector roll 

Never making fake material, why should I? 

The mind is so equipped to rip, so why would I 

give you less than that, you in fact, this is where it's at 

cause lyrics I've provided is about to swing the bat 

and shake up the levels from New York to Montego 

It's all about the lyrics, it's not about the ego 

Quick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro that I am 

It's profound, like the kids from the underground 

Every single lyric is prepared, in the hunt for the metro 

with scoops of fat loops and funky lingo 

Level's being felt, all over in the fifty states 

Breaking more beats than my moms breaks the china plates 

Transmitting, hitting areas we freak with funk 

when we come to planet Earth, with a trunk of fat, soul 

Alert doing work on the everyday 

Here to bring the swing like my man Donny Hathaway 

Just, follow the dotted line, and do what we do 

Because you gotta get a grip, if you want your shit 

[BROther ?uestion] 

Now get loose, get loose, Lord Akil get loose 

And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice 

And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) 

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! 

[Lord Akil] 

Umm, from the Southern side of Philly yet of The Roots 

there comes me, who? 

The janky little brother of Mr. Bruce 

A jazz kickin kid who flows, like the river Jordan 

Not fond of Honda scooters, but I'll take an Accord and 

zoom right through your borough, because I'm crazy thorough 

No offspring running 'round but no my penile is not sterile 

Collects the crazy papes from, selling crazy tapes, umm 

Big heads be gettin swollen, I crush em just like grapes 

The level that I'm zoning, the one that's on the third 

Eatin buds or mad grass that gets you HIGHER than a bird 

Kinks, be in the head, cause I leave the curls to Jheri 

Got mad souls out the ass with shit, fat like William Perry 

A poor black kid with rhythm, a eye for jazzy beats 

Straight from the underground, found new life on the South Streets 

We ? off the jams that will uplift the people's souls 

Cause the Objects that are Foreign, the kids with baggy clothes 

are the cats that I'm coolin with, when we be together 

Two and two equals four but Foreign Objects be forever 

So, just let me flow as I reach up to the next plateau 

And then you'll give me my respect 

Uhh, cause I'm a Foreign Object 

[BROther ?uestion] 

Now get loose, get loose, A.J. Shine get loose 

And just rock heart-beat showin you got the juice 

And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) 

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! 

[A.J. Shine] 

First off, I'm burstin off shots of gab 

and gettin lifted by the gift, I start to jab 

The rhymes that I grab send schools to the slab 

As I write scores, the funky orator's gone 

on some next ish lookin 

for the next fish with a wish that used to be a duck 

but now you're stuck dumbstruck 

Trying to hang but you can't swim I think you're fucked 

You traded in your blues for boom, tap shoes 

I do shows and change all opposing views 

I get down, I go up as I blow up 

cause I got this O.M.B. rhyme you can't defuse 

Yeahhh, here to rock all of you rockers 

When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind my blockers 

I move swift, I needs no lift 

I don't have to riff because I shift the gift 

and now my name is Joseph Simmons, but I'm not Run 

With the mic in my hand, I've only just begun 

to hold mine, I'ma goldmine plus a ton 

The way I shine, I be the rising sun, huh! 

How many times must I have to say 

this I never miss yo when I display? 

From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and 

before I hit the court I made it my forte 

cause I got this, you can come and get this, cause my 

method is the most and I boast so you can bet this 

is like the best of the rest of the flock 

And now you're walkin down the hallways of the Always Jock 

Abbreviated A.J. here for the day 

Bustin rhymes in your face while I'm fadin away 

It's like that y'all, and ya don't stop 

The funky Bid on the root with the hip-hop 

[Black Thought] 

Now.. get loose, get loose, ?uestion get loose 

And, rock heart-beat showin YOU got juice 

And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) 

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! 

[BROther ?uestion] 

It's me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to flow 

To bust a fat rat-a-tat rhyme one mo' gen' 

I'm flexin with my mental verbalistic chocolate 

Sucker know you're listenin so please get off of it 

A score and two years ago began the ?uestion's mission 

South of 52nd Street, on ? 

and anybody wanna diss the sure shot body rock 

fresh flowin dude, we can take it to the stage 

Sucker, Foreign Objects coming soon 

From the rat cave to a room with a view 

My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U 

And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc' 

You can comprehend the verbal letters that I send 

Ahh, ooooh, ahhhh, like Boyz II Men 

I don't have a Benz-y shoes are walkin like Jimmy 

Make em say, "Yo ?uestion's demi," make em squeal like ? 

Man, yo, I jams on every gram 

Move out the way, I gets on, rockin round the clock 

In school I used to doodle, nowadays I use my noodle 

And I'll be rockin planets, and soon I'm livin fatter 

I'm a levelheaded son who knows where I came from 

Umm, lights, camera... ?uestion 

[? ? ?] 

Get loose, get loose, Black Thought get loose 

And just rock heartbeat showin you got the juice 

And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) 

Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! 

[Black Thought] 

Well umm, yik-yik yak-yak, chi-chi-chi-ka-SPLACK 

Thoughts that I stutter and brother that I left back behind 

Lines of swine I'm qualified for groovy stew achoo 

I caught the boogie like the flu and God Bless the Black 

Cardiac cerebral abstract cathedral 

The mental is the temple and the central sees you tryin to flam! 

Man I catch a lift like Bob Mar-ley, and par-lay 

On airy clouds I drop, bombs like a Sau-di, Arabian 

Flocks I rocks like Fabian 

It's the nipple sex upon the grits that call me baby and 

run a finger, through the knaps of the rap, singer that 

pull a scat, from the stack, that I keep in the shack 

of my soul, bring the bowl I got the flat out good 

That's why I'm dug by the hippies plus the pimps and hoods 

in the slum, could I umm, come, should I umm, come 

Yes I does, and gets down said I wasn't know that I was 

but they gel, that's why they blow up cause they didn't give spect 

to the erector of the Foreign Object, I collect, to preserve 

Plus develop and envelop in The Roots of rhyme 

Yo that's the end of the line, I got mine, and I'm out 

[Brother ?uestion] 

A-ha! Ahh, suki suki now 

It's the Brother ?uestion 

and now you know how it is 

when the Foreign Objects get wreck 

Like that, yeah, ha ha ha 

And we out y'all, and we out y'all 

And we out y'all, and we out y'all 

And we out y'all...