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

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 s**t

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

Ain't 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 it's about

The roots is out

To the subway

Does anybody like good 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

*repeat 2x except '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 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

Uestion dropped a whole bag of drumsticks

Ain't 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 didn't 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 that'll choose it

Just to use it

To make you move it

Yeah

*repeat 2x except '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

Uestion

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 ok

Layin

To the sounds playin

Umm

Hi to h*e and

Yeah

Hey to hay'n

Uh huh

Trippin

I'm tryin

Not to laugh

Bust it

It's the last paragraph

And I'm done half

But

Uestion'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 good 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

*repeat 2x except *