The Roots - The Session (Longest Posse Cut in History, 12:43) Lyrics
[Black Thought]From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morningFrom The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family treeThis is mad abstractAll the way live from Philly, we got the hip-hop coalitioncalled the Foreign Objects in effectIt's like dat, now digMr. Trotter, a.k.a.[BT/Tariq Trotter]Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'allMr. Simmons, a.k.a.[AJ/Joseph Simmons]A.J. Shine, The Dollar Sign, funky bid'nessMr. Pitts, a.k.a.[LA/Micah Pitts]Lord Akil, social misfitMr. Greene, a.k.a.[MM/Tony Greene]Straight from Sector 6 it's Mr. ManifestMs. Thompson, a.k.a.[SNM/Terresa Thompson]Shorty... ***** (Oooooh!)Mr. Cee, a.k.a.[Myself ? ? ?]Myself, me Myself and IMr. Dorsey, a.k.a.[PP/Jamal Dorsey]Pazi Plant, The Soul PlantMr. Armstead, a.k.a.[Bo/Conway Armstead]Bo-watt, The Rhythmic PriestMr. Basset, a.k.a.[MB/Malik Basset]Malik Blizzunt, Foreign ObjectsMr. 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 looseAnd just rock heartbeat showin you got juiceAnd have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!![Malik Blunt]Yes, I will address and press about my microphoneme-ssiah, am the best siah? Yes-I ammost quick to go because I'm equipped to flow a scriptI will just slay and disobey, I will display banana clipsthat slaughter with the words and the herds of the verbsI gots the urge to splurge, like a Bosnian SerbA-drift I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raffRap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phySo okey-dokey folks, most provoke me ? so hold your ?was willin, cause I'm strollin with the quotesLike Shakespeare, Mark Twain, or Edgar Allan PoeBut since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-louNo banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayedso the guitar, had to take the ***** off, and slayYou might think I'm a rookie or an amateur, but put meon a panel or a channel I'll dismantle like the vandal-erI meants to say the scandalous, vandalous, handle thislike my man Emilio, what y'all should really knowYou couldn't get the picture, if you was in an orchardor fortress, (so you niggaz better forfeit)[BROther ?uestion]Now get loose, get loose, ? get looseAnd just rock heartbeat showin you got juiceAnd have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!![??]Picture this as I get rugged with the scrpitureEvacuatin scenes, spreadin thoughts like a drifterI exit through my state of greater elevation, unifyinggrains through the force of the imagination, you digwhat I'm saying? But I see your mind's playing tricksYou thought you got the channel but you couldn't get a fixupon my mental -- I keep it complicatedExplosion of the spirit cause I opened up my soul and createdSo now you dig the flavor, you're tasting what I gave yaSeeping through the cellar cause I be the freak of natureWith, the images that I hold in my headI be the kid from the Fifth, so y'all holding what I've saidI've said, I be the omnipresent factor from the voidFatter is the flow, so my styling is employedI'm ragged, pants worn bagged, and ummthe ghetto be my home so I shouts to the slumCome, the misfit's got a tale, take you on a mad tripThe thoughts unveilI'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round, the lowestof the levels, the positive raps that kill devilsThe abstracts, right and exact, knapsack's on the backRip poetical flows upon the trackMy thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll play it backand listen, I brought to your mind what's missing[BROther ?uestion]Now get loose, get loose, Pazi Plant get looseAnd just rock heartbeat showin you got juiceAnd have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!![Pazi Plant]I'm hip to release ill units, I displays major soulThe ? out, so soul stays rhythmaticto the static when it plays, levels from the bassThey chase but they'll never catch my patt-er-nsSoul surrounds this Plant like the rings upon Sa-tur-nYo, I'm fatter than many, came to kick away any jobUmm, cat, conniver if it's abstract I'm liabletake portion cause I'll fly that head ?Dig the jazz that's closets from the Paz be-low buggedGroovy like the nickel bag of love, slidinthrough the groovy fuzz, Plants is the buzzMad abornmal, is my flow, much confusion, enhanced inMy scenario's too advanced'n, for duplicationIf it's violation, soul power, will shower yadefenses now you're falling, and crawlingCause your styles are infantile not poetically correctto test I'm laughin at ya, lyrical stature, cause my statusbe that is the coolest kid to do a bid on fakerswith the grammar that be blamma, back in eighty-threeI was the Grand Fruit Jammer, but now I gets downand wreck shit with the Foreign Objects..Yeah that's right, the Foreign Objects[BROther ?uestion]Ahhh yeah, now two check, two checkNow check it out, now check it outGet loose, get loose, Myself ? ? ? get looseAnd just rock heartbeat showin you got juiceAnd have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!![Myself ??]Kinda like, ? catch, of the day is mad wreckI raise heck, no raise hell, you plays back, your tape's illShow me just exactly what it is you want, I give you what we gotWe got flow, we got soul, we get off, a lotSo lock up, your doors, cause I'mBusting Loose like Richard Pryor, setting stuff on fireWe got funky, rhymesStuff you had swinging, like a monkey, I'malways hanging 'round, living off of Vineas in West Philly, 56th StreetThe kids be getting jay'd on the cornerSwing my hat to the back, Kangol, no maybe 5 SoulNot no bootleg treat, you get from 52nd Street, word upWord to life, word is bond, word to GodI'm like the bean he's like a beanI guess the stage is like a pod, ain't withno metamorphosistically I kiss a licoriceand any miss I wish to kiss or else I diss like thisSo I step to the left, drop the mic, catch my breaththen, watch the Foreign Object catch wreck, uhh[BROther ?uestion]Get loose, get loose, Shorty get looseAnd just rock heartbeat showin you got juiceAnd 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 youI gotta nag a dog and note to Billy - I gets downSound's got a lot I got my own I'm throwin passesAsses are grabbed, when I swing with The RootsSuits, I got none, but throwin off that accoutrementsever since I winced at the thought of a dressYes you might be wantin to consider me a tomboyBoy get it right, I'm still strictly lovin menSend me your love, don't ever think I don't need itShit I got problems, can you help me out?Shout a little louder if you're sure that you hear meFear me not, I'm just another average girlCurls in my head, and yeah I think I look goodShould I be the one, to break the bad news?Snooze when I'm tired, not when I'm hype, your typeYo I just came off![BROther ?uestion]Get loose, get loose, Manifest get looseAnd just rock heartbeat showin you got juiceAnd have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!![Mr. Manifest]Introducing lyrics for the year of ninety-threeThe black brainchild is about to kick the groovyspeak out the head, provided for the hardrocksHere to resurrect the ghetto beats for the blocksYou can dig the styles cause the styles are for the diggingA fat sack of soul, that's how the Sector rollNever making fake material, why should I?The mind is so equipped to rip, so why would Igive you less than that, you in fact, this is where it's atcause lyrics I've provided is about to swing the batand shake up the levels from New York to MontegoIt's all about the lyrics, it's not about the egoQuick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro that I amIt's profound, like the kids from the undergroundEvery single lyric is prepared, in the hunt for the metrowith scoops of fat loops and funky lingoLevel's being felt, all over in the fifty statesBreaking more beats than my moms breaks the china platesTransmitting, hitting areas we freak with funkwhen we come to planet Earth, with a trunk of fat, soulAlert doing work on the everydayHere to bring the swing like my man Donny HathawayJust, follow the dotted line, and do what we doBecause you gotta get a grip, if you want your shit[BROther ?uestion]Now get loose, get loose, Lord Akil get looseAnd just rock heartbeat showin you got juiceAnd have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!![Lord Akil]Umm, from the Southern side of Philly yet of The Rootsthere comes me, who?The janky little brother of Mr. BruceA jazz kickin kid who flows, like the river JordanNot fond of Honda scooters, but I'll take an Accord andzoom right through your borough, because I'm crazy thoroughNo offspring running 'round but no my penile is not sterileCollects the crazy papes from, selling crazy tapes, ummBig heads be gettin swollen, I crush em just like grapesThe level that I'm zoning, the one that's on the thirdEatin buds or mad grass that gets you HIGHER than a birdKinks, be in the head, cause I leave the curls to JheriGot mad souls out the ass with shit, fat like William PerryA poor black kid with rhythm, a eye for jazzy beatsStraight from the underground, found new life on the South StreetsWe ? off the jams that will uplift the people's soulsCause the Objects that are Foreign, the kids with baggy clothesare the cats that I'm coolin with, when we be togetherTwo and two equals four but Foreign Objects be foreverSo, just let me flow as I reach up to the next plateauAnd then you'll give me my respectUhh, cause I'm a Foreign Object[BROther ?uestion]Now get loose, get loose, A.J. Shine get looseAnd just rock heart-beat showin you got the juiceAnd have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!![A.J. Shine]First off, I'm burstin off shots of gaband gettin lifted by the gift, I start to jabThe rhymes that I grab send schools to the slabAs I write scores, the funky orator's goneon some next ish lookinfor the next fish with a wish that used to be a duckbut now you're stuck dumbstruckTrying to hang but you can't swim I think you're *****edYou traded in your blues for boom, tap shoesI do shows and change all opposing viewsI get down, I go up as I blow upcause I got this O.M.B. rhyme you can't defuseYeahhh, here to rock all of you rockersWhen I carry the ball, I stay be-hind my blockersI move swift, I needs no liftI don't have to riff because I shift the giftand now my name is Joseph Simmons, but I'm not RunWith the mic in my hand, I've only just begunto hold mine, I'ma goldmine plus a tonThe way I shine, I be the rising sun, huh!How many times must I have to saythis I never miss yo when I display?From styles I paint the funky picture I portray andbefore I hit the court I made it my fortecause I got this, you can come and get this, cause mymethod is the most and I boast so you can bet thisis like the best of the rest of the flockAnd now you're walkin down the hallways of the Always JockAbbreviated A.J. here for the dayBustin rhymes in your face while I'm fadin awayIt's like that y'all, and ya don't stopThe funky Bid on the root with the hip-hop[Black Thought]Now.. get loose, get loose, ?uestion get looseAnd, rock heart-beat showin YOU got juiceAnd 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 flowTo bust a fat rat-a-tat rhyme one mo' gen'I'm flexin with my mental verbalistic chocolateSucker know you're listenin so please get off of itA score and two years ago began the ?uestion's missionSouth of 52nd Street, on ?and anybody wanna diss the sure shot body rockfresh flowin dude, we can take it to the stageSucker, Foreign Objects coming soonFrom the rat cave to a room with a viewMy brother's B.G., and my band is Josh UAnd the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc'You can comprehend the verbal letters that I sendAhh, ooooh, ahhhh, like Boyz II MenI don't have a Benz-y shoes are walkin like JimmyMake em say, "Yo ?uestion's demi," make em squeal like ?Man, yo, I jams on every gramMove out the way, I gets on, rockin round the clockIn school I used to doodle, nowadays I use my noodleAnd I'll be rockin planets, and soon I'm livin fatterI'm a levelheaded son who knows where I came fromUmm, lights, camera... ?uestion[??]Get loose, get loose, Black Thought get looseAnd just rock heartbeat showin you got the juiceAnd have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!![Black Thought]Well umm, yik-yik yak-yak, chi-chi-chi-ka-SPLACKThoughts that I stutter and brother that I left back behindLines of swine I'm qualified for groovy stew achooI caught the boogie like the flu and God Bless the BlackCardiac cerebral abstract cathedralThe mental is the temple and the central sees you tryin to flam!Man I catch a lift like Bob Mar-ley, and par-layOn airy clouds I drop, bombs like a Sau-di, ArabianFlocks I rocks like FabianIt's the nipple sex upon the grits that call me baby andrun a finger, through the knaps of the rap, singer thatpull a scat, from the stack, that I keep in the shackof my soul, bring the bowl I got the flat out goodThat's why I'm dug by the hippies plus the pimps and hoodsin the slum, could I umm, come, should I umm, comeYes I does, and gets down said I wasn't know that I wasbut they gel, that's why they blow up cause they didn't give spectto the erector of the Foreign Object, I collect, to preservePlus develop and envelop in The Roots of rhymeYo that's the end of the line, I got mine, and I'm out[Brother ?uestion]A-ha! Ahh, suki suki nowIt's the Brother ?uestionand now you know how it iswhen the Foreign Objects get wreckLike that, yeah, ha ha haAnd we out y'all, and we out y'allAnd we out y'all, and we out y'allAnd we out y'all...
