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It's not a put down, I put my foot down
And then I makin' some love, I put my root down
I'm like "Sweetie Pie" by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for dropping science
'Cause I'm electric like Dick Hyman
I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhymin'
Never let you down with the stereo sound
So, Mike, get on the mic and turn it out
We're talkin' root down, I put my boot down
And if you want to battle me, you're puttin' loot down
I said it's root down, it's time to scoot down
I'm-a step up to the mic in my goose down
Come up representin' from the Upper West
Money Makin' put me to the test
Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed
Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest
Well, I ain't coming out goofy like the Fruit of the Loom guys
Just struttin' like The Meters with the "Look-ka Py Py"
Downtown Brooklyn is where I was born
But when the snow is fallin' then I am gone
You might think that I'm a fanatic
A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic
So break it to the root when we kick it on down
Jimmy Smith is my man, I wanna give him a pound
I kick it root down
Kick-kick-kick it
Root-root-root down
Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick it
Root-root-root down
Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick it
Root down-down-down
Kick-kick-kick-kick it
Root down
Well, Ad-Rock (huh?), don't stop, come on
Just get on the mic with the tick and the tock
Well, I'll fill you to the fuckin' rim like Brim
I'm walking down your block and you say that's him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beatsie Boys, you know we're gonna get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say, "Oh my god, that's the funky shit!"
So I'm-a pass the mic and cause a panic
The original nasal kid is doing damage
Every morning I took the train to High Street Station
Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation
On the way back up, hearing battle tapes
Through the underground, underneath the sky scrapes
It's like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show
It's Kool Moe Dee vs. Busy Bee, that's one you should know
Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due
MCA, grab the mic and Ma Bell will connect you
Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel alright
I'm feelin' good to play a little music
Tears runnin' down my face 'cause I love to do it
And no one can stop this flow from flowin' on
A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone
I'll take a little shout out to my Dad and Mom
For bringing me into this world and so on
I kick it root down
Kick-kick-kick it
Root-root-root down
Kick-kick-kick it
Root-root-root down
Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick it
Root-root down-down
Kick-kick-kick it
Root-root-root down