The Roots - Common Dust | Текст песни

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Исполнитель: The Roots
Альбом: Organix
Год: 1993
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[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

[?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. Basit, a.k.a
[MB/Malik Basit]
Malik Blizzunt, Foreign Objects

[?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 I'll choke so hold your oats
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 niggas 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 heart

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