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Good Music

Peace to all the hip cats, all the Nappy Sweets

This is the Brother Question, 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

Not R&B because to me that's not my style and

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 shit

In studio today but hey Brother Question

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

Question, what ya doin'? Ain't nothing

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 real 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

Does anybody like real 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

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!

Question dropped a whole bag of drumsticks

Ain't nothing

But a chicken wing, so

He bends down to pick up the sticks and his pants fall down

(Dang!)

In my face, Question didn't frown, turned around

And thought he felt a draft, so I laughed

Does anybody like real 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

Does anybody like real 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

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' Question 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 okay)

Layin', to the sounds playin'

Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay'n

Trippin', I'm tryin', not to laugh, bust it

It's the last paragraph, and I'm done half

But Question'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 real 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

Does anybody like real 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

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