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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. Basset, a.k.a.
    [MB/Malik Basset]
    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 ? so hold your ?
    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 niggaz 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 heartbeat showin you got juice
    And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
    Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!

    [Lord Akil]
    Umm, from the Southern side of Philly yet of The Roots
    there comes me, who?
    The janky little brother of Mr. Bruce
    A jazz kickin kid who flows, like the river Jordan
    Not fond of Honda scooters, but I'll take an Accord and
    zoom right through your borough, because I'm crazy thorough
    No offspring running 'round but no my penile is not sterile
    Collects the crazy papes from, selling crazy tapes, umm
    Big heads be gettin swollen, I crush em just like grapes
    The level that I'm zoning, the one that's on the third
    Eatin buds or mad grass that gets you HIGHER than a bird
    Kinks, be in the head, cause I leave the curls to Jheri
    Got mad souls out the ass with shit, fat like William Perry
    A poor black kid with rhythm, a eye for jazzy beats
    Straight from the underground, found new life on the South Streets
    We ? off the jams that will uplift the people's souls
    Cause the Objects that are Foreign, the kids with baggy clothes
    are the cats that I'm coolin with, when we be together
    Two and two equals four but Foreign Objects be forever
    So, just let me flow as I reach up to the next plateau
    And then you'll give me my respect
    Uhh, cause I'm a Foreign Object

    [BROther ?uestion]
    Now get loose, get loose, A.J. Shine get loose
    And just rock heart-beat showin you got the juice
    And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
    Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!

    [A.J. Shine]
    First off, I'm burstin off shots of gab
    and gettin lifted by the gift, I start to jab
    The rhymes that I grab send schools to the slab
    As I write scores, the funky orator's gone
    on some next ish lookin
    for the next fish with a wish that used to be a duck
    but now you're stuck dumbstruck
    Trying to hang but you can't swim I think you're fucked
    You traded in your blues for boom, tap shoes
    I do shows and change all opposing views
    I get down, I go up as I blow up
    cause I got this O.M.B. rhyme you can't defuse
    Yeahhh, here to rock all of you rockers
    When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind my blockers
    I move swift, I needs no lift
    I don't have to riff because I shift the gift
    and now my name is Joseph Simmons, but I'm not Run
    With the mic in my hand, I've only just begun
    to hold mine, I'ma goldmine plus a ton
    The way I shine, I be the rising sun, huh!
    How many times must I have to say
    this I never miss yo when I display?
    From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and
    before I hit the court I made it my forte
    cause I got this, you can come and get this, cause my
    method is the most and I boast so you can bet this
    is like the best of the rest of the flock
    And now you're walkin down the hallways of the Always Jock
    Abbreviated A.J. here for the day
    Bustin rhymes in your face while I'm fadin away
    It's like that y'all, and ya don't stop
    The funky Bid on the root with the hip-hop

    [Black Thought]
    Now.. get loose, get loose, ?uestion get loose
    And, rock heart-beat showin YOU got juice
    And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
    Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!

    [BROther ?uestion]
    It's me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to flow
    To bust a fat rat-a-tat rhyme one mo' gen'
    I'm flexin with my mental verbalistic chocolate
    Sucker know you're listenin so please get off of it
    A score and two years ago began the ?uestion's mission
    South of 52nd Street, on ?
    and anybody wanna diss the sure shot body rock
    fresh flowin dude, we can take it to the stage
    Sucker, Foreign Objects coming soon
    From the rat cave to a room with a view
    My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U
    And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc'
    You can comprehend the verbal letters that I send
    Ahh, ooooh, ahhhh, like Boyz II Men
    I don't have a Benz-y shoes are walkin like Jimmy
    Make em say, "Yo ?uestion's demi," make em squeal like ?
    Man, yo, I jams on every gram
    Move out the way, I gets on, rockin round the clock
    In school I used to doodle, nowadays I use my noodle
    And I'll be rockin planets, and soon I'm livin fatter
    I'm a levelheaded son who knows where I came from
    Umm, lights, camera... ?uestion

    [? ? ?]
    Get loose, get loose, Black Thought get loose
    And just rock heartbeat showin you got the juice
    And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
    Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!

    [Black Thought]
    Well umm, yik-yik yak-yak, chi-chi-chi-ka-SPLACK
    Thoughts that I stutter and brother that I left back behind
    Lines of swine I'm qualified for groovy stew achoo
    I caught the boogie like the flu and God Bless the Black
    Cardiac cerebral abstract cathedral
    The mental is the temple and the central sees you tryin to flam!
    Man I catch a lift like Bob Mar-ley, and par-lay
    On airy clouds I drop, bombs like a Sau-di, Arabian
    Flocks I rocks like Fabian
    It's the nipple sex upon the grits that call me baby and
    run a finger, through the knaps of the rap, singer that
    pull a scat, from the stack, that I keep in the shack
    of my soul, bring the bowl I got the flat out good
    That's why I'm dug by the hippies plus the pimps and hoods
    in the slum, could I umm, come, should I umm, come
    Yes I does, and gets down said I wasn't know that I was
    but they gel, that's why they blow up cause they didn't give spect
    to the erector of the Foreign Object, I collect, to preserve
    Plus develop and envelop in The Roots of rhyme
    Yo that's the end of the line, I got mine, and I'm out

    [Brother ?uestion]
    A-ha! Ahh, suki suki now
    It's the Brother ?uestion
    and now you know how it is
    when the Foreign Objects get wreck
    Like that, yeah, ha ha ha
    And we out y'all, and we out y'all
    And we out y'all, and we out y'all
    And we out y'all...

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