Root Down

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 all down

Gonna kick it root down

It's not a put down, I put my foot down

And then I'm making some love, I put my root down

I'm like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance

Everybody knows I'm known for dropping science

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

And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down

I said it's root down, it's time to scoot down

So I'ma step up to the mic in my goose down

Come up represent from the Upper West

Money makin' 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

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 falling, then I am gone

You might think that I'm a fanatic

A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic

We 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

So how we gonna kick it?

Gonna kick it root down

So how we gonna kick it?

Gonna kick it root down

Break it all down

Gonna kick it root down

Well Ad-Rock (Huh) don't stop

Just get on your mic with the tic and the toc

Well 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'ma pass the mic and cause a panic

The original nasal kid is doing damage

Every morning I took the train to the 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

It's like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show

It's Kool Moe D versus Busy Bee there's one you should know

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"

I'm feeling good to play a little music

Tears running down my face 'cause I 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

Take a little shout out to my Dad and Mom

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

How you wanna kick it?

Gonna kick it root down

So how we gonna rock it?

Gonna kick it root down

Break it all down

Gonna kick it root down, down

(Yeah, that shit's for real)

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 'cause of Mario

(Oh now, that's a record right there)