Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets
This is the BROther ?uestion, 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 thats not my style and
the R-double-O-quotes aint for radio, but major soul
the ones thats hip wont 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
In studio today but hey BROther ?uestion
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 (?uestion, what ya doin?)
(Aint no thing) 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 its about, The Roots is out
to the subway
Does anybody like good music?
Sweet music, soul music?
You know The Roots is a group thatll choose it
just to use it, to make you move it, yeah
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 aint yall The Square Roots?"
and Im 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!)
?uestion dropped a whole bag of drumsticks
(Aint no thing) but a chicken wing, so
he bends down to pick up the sticks
and his pants fall down (dang!)
In my face, ?uestion didnt frown, turned around
and thought he felt a draft, so I laughed
(HAHAHAHAHAH!)
Does anybody like good music?
Sweet music, soul music?
You know The Roots is a group thatll 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 Im cahoots and got a reason for my ego
In the words of, Los Lobos, ad-ios, a-migo
At the Rat Cave, mic Im hand, Im flowin
Tellin ?uestion, to keep it, goin
What Im doin, Im not really knowin
but umm, to me see it sounds oh-and-kayn (it sounds OK)
layin, to the sounds playin
Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hayn (uh-huh)
Trippin, Im tryin, not to laugh, bust it
Its the last paragraph, and Im done half
But ?uestions jokin, and Im like hopin
that nobody comes in and opens, the door...
(Ah man, what is up with you man?
Im leavin, what why you scratchin your face like that man?
Look ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder)
Does anybody like good music?
Sweet music, soul music?
You know The Roots is a group thatll choose it
just to use it, to make you move it
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