uestlove]

Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets

This is the BROther ?uestion, broadcasting live

via satellite, from the Never Never Tunnels

Now dig.. the rituals for today, is good music

So sit back, relax.. and dig the groove



[Black Thought]

Yo bust it, I digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop

Not R&B because to me that's not my style and

the R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul

the ones that's hip won't change the dial and

I remember one morning at the Soul Shack, coolin

in the outback, on the songwritin ship

Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff

On the cloud I be relaxin from last night and shit

In studio today but hey BROther ?uestion

was on the Westside asleep without a clue when

I hollered down to Crumbs to pick up the phone

and tell him to get ready (?uestion, what ya doin?)

(Ain't no thing) Yeah,

Buttered chicken wings, so I met him in the West

where we had to 'lax and wait for Rubber Band and Bes'

Bassey broke down on the other side of town

Yo you know what it's about, The Roots is out

to the subway



Does anybody like good music?

Sweet music, soul music?

You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it

just to use it, to make you move it, yeah

* repeat 2X except 'yeah' *



[Black Thought]

From the subway to the studio

Gots to break fast if we wanna get, to the bus

Runnin like a Mex for the border

(Umm, yo, oh umm, was it a bunch of yas?)

Nah, just the four of us

Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine

(three fine) fo' five mo' fine, UHH!

A girl says, "Hey ain't y'all The Square Roots?"

and I'm like, "Heh, worrrd,"

and then the shorty passed the sign

Now we got to make out exit (where?)

to the pavement (to what?) Crushin trail mix

(oh word man, yo look out) Say what? (look out!)

?uestion dropped a whole bag of drumsticks

(Ain't no thing) but a chicken wing, so

he bends down to pick up the sticks

and his pants fall down (dang!)

In my face, ?uestion didn't frown, turned around

and thought he felt a draft, so I laughed

(HAHAHAHAHAH!)



Does anybody like good music?

Sweet music, soul music?

You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it

just to use it, to make you move it, yeah

* repeat 2X except 'yeah' *



[Kid Crumbs]

Here comes the Crumbs, from the chums of the P.O.

Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the trio

Now I'm cahoots and got a reason for my ego

In the words of, Los Lobos, ad-ios, a-migo



[Black Thought]

At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm flowin

Tellin ?uestion, to keep it, goin

What I'm doin, I'm not really knowin

but umm, to me see it sounds oh-and-kay'n (it sounds OK)

layin, to the sounds playin

Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay'n (uh-huh)

Trippin, I'm tryin, not to laugh, bust it

It's the last paragraph, and I'm done half

But ?uestion's jokin, and I'm like hopin

that nobody comes in and opens, the door...

(Ah man, what is up with you man?

I'm leavin, what why you scratchin your face like that man?

Look ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder)



Does anybody like good music?

Sweet music, soul music?

You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it

just to use it, to make you move it

* repeat 2X except