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[Black Thought]
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From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning
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From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree
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This is mad abstract
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All the way live from Philly, we got the hip-hop coalition
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called the Foreign Objects in effect
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It's like dat, now dig
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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Trotter, a.k.a.
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[BT/Tariq Trotter]
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Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all
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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a.
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[AJ/Joseph Simmons]
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A.J. Shine, The Dollar Sign, funky bid'ness
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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Pitts, a.k.a.
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[LA/Micah Pitts]
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Lord Akil, social misfit
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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Greene, a.k.a.
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[MM/Tony Greene]
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Straight from Sector 6 it's Mr. Manifest
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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Ms. Thompson, a.k.a.
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[SNM/Terresa Thompson]
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Shorty... pussy (Oooooh!)
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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Cee, a.k.a.
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[Myself ? ? ?]
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Myself, me Myself and I
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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Dorsey, a.k.a.
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[PP/Jamal Dorsey]
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Pazi Plant, The Soul Plant
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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Armstead, a.k.a.
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[Bo/Conway Armstead]
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Bo-watt, The Rhythmic Priest
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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Basset, a.k.a.
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[MB/Malik Basset]
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Malik Blizzunt, Foreign Objects
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[?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Thompson, a.k.a.
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[B?/Ahmir Thompson]
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BROther ?uestion, from Square Roots y'all (yeah, ha-hah)
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[BROther ?uestion]
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And we the Foreign Objects (yeah, yeah)
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And it's like this..
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Now get loose, get loose, Malik B get loose
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And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
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And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
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Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
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[Malik Blunt]
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Yes, I will address and press about my microphone
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me-ssiah, am the best siah? Yes-I am
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most quick to go because I'm equipped to flow a script
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I will just slay and disobey, I will display banana clips
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that slaughter with the words and the herds of the verbs
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I gots the urge to splurge, like a Bosnian Serb
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A-drift I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raff
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Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phy
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So okey-dokey folks, most provoke me ? so hold your ?
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was willin, cause I'm strollin with the quotes
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Like Shakespeare, Mark Twain, or Edgar Allan Poe
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But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-lou
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No banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayed
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so the guitar, had to take the bitch off, and slay
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You might think I'm a rookie or an amateur, but put me
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on a panel or a channel I'll dismantle like the vandal-er
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I meants to say the scandalous, vandalous, handle this
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like my man Emilio, what y'all should really know
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You couldn't get the picture, if you was in an orchard
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or fortress, (so you niggaz better forfeit)
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[BROther ?uestion]
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Now get loose, get loose, ? get loose
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And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
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And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
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Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
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[? ? ?]
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Picture this as I get rugged with the scrpiture
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Evacuatin scenes, spreadin thoughts like a drifter
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I exit through my state of greater elevation, unifying
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grains through the force of the imagination, you dig
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what I'm saying? But I see your mind's playing tricks
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You thought you got the channel but you couldn't get a fix
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upon my mental -- I keep it complicated
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Explosion of the spirit cause I opened up my soul and created
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So now you dig the flavor, you're tasting what I gave ya
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Seeping through the cellar cause I be the freak of nature
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With, the images that I hold in my head
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I be the kid from the Fifth, so y'all holding what I've said
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I've said, I be the omnipresent factor from the void
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Fatter is the flow, so my styling is employed
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I'm ragged, pants worn bagged, and umm
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the ghetto be my home so I shouts to the slum
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Come, the misfit's got a tale, take you on a mad trip
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The thoughts unveil
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I'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round, the lowest
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of the levels, the positive raps that kill devils
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The abstracts, right and exact, knapsack's on the back
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Rip poetical flows upon the track
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My thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll play it back
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and listen, I brought to your mind what's missing
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[BROther ?uestion]
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Now get loose, get loose, Pazi Plant get loose
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And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
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And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
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Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
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[Pazi Plant]
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I'm hip to release ill units, I displays major soul
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The ? out, so soul stays rhythmatic
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to the static when it plays, levels from the bass
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They chase but they'll never catch my patt-er-ns
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Soul surrounds this Plant like the rings upon Sa-tur-n
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Yo, I'm fatter than many, came to kick away any job
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Umm, cat, conniver if it's abstract I'm liable
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take portion cause I'll fly that head ?
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Dig the jazz that's closets from the Paz be-low bugged
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Groovy like the nickel bag of love, slidin
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through the groovy fuzz, Plants is the buzz
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Mad abornmal, is my flow, much confusion, enhanced in
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My scenario's too advanced'n, for duplication
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If it's violation, soul power, will shower ya
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defenses now you're falling, and crawling
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Cause your styles are infantile not poetically correct
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to test I'm laughin at ya, lyrical stature, cause my status
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be that is the coolest kid to do a bid on fakers
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with the grammar that be blamma, back in eighty-three
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I was the Grand Fruit Jammer, but now I gets down
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and wreck shit with the Foreign Objects..
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Yeah that's right, the Foreign Objects
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[BROther ?uestion]
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Ahhh yeah, now two check, two check
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Now check it out, now check it out
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Get loose, get loose, Myself ? ? ? get loose
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And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
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And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
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Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
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[Myself ? ? ?]
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Kinda like, ? catch, of the day is mad wreck
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I raise heck, no raise hell, you plays back, your tape's ill
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Show me just exactly what it is you want, I give you what we got
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We got flow, we got soul, we get off, a lot
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So lock up, your doors, cause I'm
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Busting Loose like Richard Pryor, setting stuff on fire
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We got funky, rhymes
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Stuff you had swinging, like a monkey, I'm
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always hanging 'round, living off of Vine
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as in West Philly, 56th Street
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The kids be getting jay'd on the corner
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Swing my hat to the back, Kangol, no maybe 5 Soul
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Not no bootleg treat, you get from 52nd Street, word up
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Word to life, word is bond, word to God
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I'm like the bean he's like a bean
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I guess the stage is like a pod, ain't with
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no metamorphosistically I kiss a licorice
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and any miss I wish to kiss or else I diss like this
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So I step to the left, drop the mic, catch my breath
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then, watch the Foreign Object catch wreck, uhh
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The Session (Longest Posse Cut in History) 1
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| The Roots |
