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The Roots - Good Music (Prelude) Lyrics

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  • [Black Thought]
  • On the actual, I swings like I'm Satchel
  • And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural
  • Inclined to align, index to other flow and through beats
  • the butta kid got yet another bid to serve
  • in groovy stew, peace to all the kids who smuggle buddha
  • cross the border cause it beez a remedy to ?cola roda?
  • Recruiter of refugees, the urbanite objects
  • Wreck to catch the gravy, grass be the po' baby
  • that I planted in the long run, dig the rhythmic song from
  • the one who goes left see, how many brothers test me?
  • Touch, the texture of the weak and yo I wrecks the comb
  • from picking cause I'm cool and umm, kicks 'pon the dome
  • I'm kicking, on the regular I puts masses in motions
  • Shit'll split your mind open like a canteloupe then
  • The Roots and the boots Don boost to stomp potholes
  • Mr. Job Kicker, ease off, cause I got soul enough
  • to sell it, yo let spell it, B-L-A-C-K
  • T-H-O-U-G-H-T don't play
  • When I skits off a land funk that boogies up your pants and
  • kicks flavor dug by your gramps in Johansen
  • Jazz cats that's hip, plus them brothers who scramble
  • Your uncle and your cousins and the wino who gamble..
  • Hahaha, and for my next trick

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