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    Ouvir álbum completo Organix Ano de lançamento: 1993
    1. The Roots Is Comin'
    2. Pass the Popcorn
    3. The Anti-Circle
    4. Writers Block
    5. Good Music [Preclude]
    6. Good Music
    7. Grits
    8. Leonard I-V
    9. I'm Out Deah
    10. Essawhamah? [Live]
    11. There's a Riot Goin' On, Pt. 2 [Extended House, Acid Jazz, Hip Hop, Rad
    12. Popcorn Revisited
    13. Peace
    14. Common Dust
    15. The Session [Longest Posse Cut in History]
    16. Syreeta's Having a Baby
    17. Carryin' On

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    [Black Thought]
    Uhh.. the molecular mass
    of that rhythmic ass grass
    is organic hip-hop jazz
    that you are all about to witness
    Groovy units check it owwwwt..

    The nappy cat, Black Thought, digs the NasteeFatJazz
    Artifacts and cardiac cerebral action
    Retro is my Roots for my peoples with the plats and
    braids are twist clean, cuts or fros beneath the hats and
    do the dance, does I boogie backs to relax -- I does
    Concentrate, it's not be natural as the grass
    Hail the exit-in and let's begin yo take a dip and soul
    I spill the normal knot yo kid I got that for your ass
    Slips and I drips like butta
    Melodic mad noise if you dig it peace to ya
    If not, catch a lift to the level of my mental for a smidgen
    of my spirit just a little dab'll do ya
    Your butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killa
    Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the cellar
    I'm deep, ghetto child of some chocolate, complected
    groovy head to toe, plus crazy cooler than vanilla
    I catch a slap five from my man, that's my mellow
    Unique style I speak be the goods that I petal
    I'm stoned blam, to the known, known around the city
    of Philly that's my home, for makin wack rappers settle
    It bein that I'm blem, kid I kicks, in the mix
    Rhythm be the quick, fix from the sticks of my Brother
    A lot of kids, diss these days I'm not amazed
    cause I pays no, mind and lift the roof off the, mutha

    Just because I'm out deah
    I say peace to all my peoples who be out deah
    To hip cats and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah
    Just like my Foreign Objects because you're out deah
    Just like that sister ? you know you're out deah
    Just like the man, Manifest, you know you're out deah
    Just like my cousin Shawn G, you're crazy out deah
    To Butterfly like dat, you know you're out deah
    to get up out!

    Brainiac, Black's the mind, color funk, fuse the gut
    I catch the what's when I kick it
    Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy naps so I lacks
    the cut, and got a fro but can't pick it
    C-Not's my nigga knows the news of the nappy cats
    Crowns and kicks, and how it ease the mind
    Yo freak freak ya don't ya don't stop
    Cause The Roots got the body rock shit
    with the twist for your spine, bring it back, UHH!
    Fat is my flow that's fluidic
    The critics ain't with it, then their domes is beneath
    We be the Funk, Four mind as one umm, Crumbs umm
    he told us peace, it was against his beliefs
    We couldn't live with him cool, with that out we gon' sprout
    the record of The Roots to show my attitude is out
    I'm on some crazy linear shit, takin a hit during my set
    to let, these niggaz know what I'm about
    I'm all about the funk, that's relaxed for your state of mind
    Snaps is cool, if layin back is the ever
    The unity of Bootsee's grin, growin, cause the juice began
    as just deuce, groovy flaves that taste, blam together
    I likes that, so doin Bobby Mick, ain't ridic', to this
    In fact, that's the pen, hey yo direct
    from The Tunnels Never Never via satellite
    Here comes The Roots, now dig the shits I said

    To all my peoples, cause I'm out deah
    Just like the group The Rhythmic Tricks because you're out deah
    And the group The Soul Plants yeah you're out deah
    Just like I said, Remedy is crazy out deah
    To ? and Tin-Tin, I think you're out deah
    And to my son whose name is Crumbs you know you're out deah
    I'm Black Thought to the beat and yo I'm out deah
    And yo my group is called The Roots because we're out deah
    to get up out

    Uhh, abstract organic artistry
    Thought is he, that I be
    Gravity does not hold me down
    As I rise from the ground into sound
    Melting browns drip like wax
    Building blocks, nappy cat
    Blazes acts, filling facts
    Mental sax, sweet mental sax
    Sweet mental horn, taking the physical form
    of a storm of abnorm-ality, re-ality's
    lo-cality, vo-cality, low calorie NOT
    I got the fat shit y'all
    I got the fat shit y'all
    I got the fat shit y'all
    I got the fat, shit, y'all..

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