Root Down

That's a record Uhhhh... Huh Yeah, I kick it root down I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how we gonna’ kick it? Gonna’ kick it root down Yeah, how you wanna’ kick it? Gonna’ kick it root down So how you gonna’ kick it? Gonna’ kick it root down Gonna’ break it on down, gonna’ kick it root down It's not a put down I put my foot down And then I make some love, I put my root down I’m like sweetie pie by the stone alliance Everbody 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 talking root down, I put my boot down (boot down) And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down (loot down) I said it’s root down, it's time to scoot down (scoot down) I'm-a step up to the mic in my goose down (goose down) Come up representing from the upper west Money Making putting me to the test Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest (yeah, Mike it, Mike it) Well, I'm not coming out goofy like the fruit of the loom guys Just strutting like The Meters with the “Look-ka Py Py" Cause downtown Brooklyn is where I was born But when the snow is fallin’, then I am gone (oh weee) 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 want to give him a pound I kick it root down, I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how you wanna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Cause how we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down So how we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down (yeah) Well, Adrock (huh) Don't stop, come on Just get on the mic with the tic and the toc 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 come to 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 (yeah) 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 Like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe Dee vs. Busy Bee There's one you should know, (yeah) 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 "If dancin' prays to the lord then I will feel alright" It feels good to play a little music (music) Tears running down my face ‘cause I love to do it (love to do it) And no one can stop this flow from flowing on A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone (yeah) I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom (yeah) For bringing me into this world and so on I kick it root down, I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Yeah, how you wanna kick it? Gonna kick it root down So how we gonna rock it? Gonna rock it root down Break it on down, gonna kick it root down Yeah, that shit's on down And that's a record, that's a record cause of Mario And that's a record, that's a record cause of Mario And that's a record, that's a record to Mario Awww, now that's a record, buddy