Yeah, 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 on down, gonna’ kick it root down
It's not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
I’m like sweetie pie by the stone alliance
Everbody knows I'm known for dropping science
‘Cause 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 (boot down)
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down (loot down)
I said it’s root down, it's time to scoot down (scoot down)
I'm-a step up to the mic in my goose down (goose down)
Come up representing from the upper west
Money Making 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 (yeah, Mike it, Mike it)
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 fallin’, then I am gone (oh weee)
You might think that I'm a fanatic
A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic
So 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
Cause how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down (yeah)
Well, Adrock (huh)
Don't stop, come on
Just get on the mic with the tic and the toc
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’m-a pass the mic and cause a panic (yeah)
The original nasal kid is doing damage
Every morning I took the train to 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
Like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show
It's Kool Moe Dee vs. Busy Bee
There's one you should know, (yeah)
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"
It feels good to play a little music (music)
Tears running down my face ‘cause I love to do it (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 (yeah)
I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom (yeah)
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
Yeah, how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna rock it?
Gonna rock it root down
Break it on down, gonna kick it root down
Yeah, that shit's on down
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 to Mario
You can't, you won't and you don't stop
Mike D come on and rock the sure shot
I've got the brand new doo-doo guaranteed
Like Yoo Hoo
I'm on like Dr John, yea Mr Zu Zu
I'm a newlywed, not a divorcee
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey
Well, it's the taking of Pelham, one, two, three
If you want a doodoo rhyme then come see me
I've got the savior faire with the unique rhyme
And
I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time and
Strictly hand held is the style I go
Never rock the mice with the panty hose
I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'couse at the boards is the man they call the Mario
Pull up at the function and you know I Kojak
To all the party people that are on my bozak
I've got more action than my man John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was rod crew
You can't, you won't and you don't stop
Ad Rock come and rock the sure shot
Hurricane will cross fade on your ass and
Bust your ear drums
Listen everybody 'couse I'm shifting gears I'm
Fresh like dougie when I set my specs and
On the microphone I come correct
Timing like a clock when I' rock the hip hop
Top notch is my stock on the soap box
I've got more rhymes than I've got grey hairs
And that's a lot because I've got my share
I've got a hole in my head and there's no one
To fix it
Got to straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too
Much sick shit
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes,
Takes
I've got to step back, I've got to contemplate
I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very
On rock the microphone and then I'm gone
I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a cheech wizard
Never quitting, so won't you listen
Oh yes indeed, it's fun time
Cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Mca come and rock the sure shot
I want to say a little something that's long
Overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and sisters and the
Wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the
End
Well you say i«m twenty something and should
Be slacking
But I'm working harder than ever and you could
Call it macking
So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch watching my
T.V.
I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the cd
I'm that kid in the corner
All fucked up and I want to so I'm gonna
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quitting
Think I'm gonna change up my style just to fit in
I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all nations
Like ma bell, I've got the ill communications
‘Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
‘Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Butcher me on the court
Too many elbows to report
Now you're poking me in the eye
Bill laimbeer motherfucker, it's time for you to die
Tough guy, it's time to check yourself
Dribbling the ball like the biz can be bad for your health
Tough guy, what you got to prove
Moving like an elephant that's your favorite move
Tough guy, your shit is going out
Box me out with your fat ass
Throw me around like a bounce pass
You've got a tombstone hanging over your dick
'Cause a minor earthquake when you throw a moving pick
Touch guy, you think you're like the shaq
Keep running around you'll catch a heart attack
Tough guy, what are you giving me
The way you're playing ball you'll stop me from living b
Tough guy, tough guy
Tough guy, you're shit is weak
Tough guy, you fucking freak
Tough guy, I'll stick your shit
Tough guy
Drink a six pack and then you play some ball
Walking down the stairs and then he starts to fall
Add on two joints and then he starts to sweat
Two hundred seventy five pounds, that you can't forget
Heart attack, heart attack man
Spend all your money on your health insurance plan
Heart attack, heart attack man
Keep on getting bigger, because you know that you can
Why do you force yourself on top of that girl?
Laugh with all your buddies, because it's a man's man's world
Someday that shit will come back to you
You've been throwing your weight around and your shit is through
Heart attack, heart attack man
Going nowhere, got no master plan
Heart attack, heart attack man
Heart attack
Weighs in at two seventy five
Yeh, my man is lucky to be alive
Smokin' and drinkin' too
My man, the heart attack man, is gonna be running over you
Got no God damn respect
Had to put the big big bitch ass in check
Heart attack, heart attack man
Lungs full of tar and a stomach full of spam
Heart attack, heart attack man
Time to change your ways heart attack man
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm gonna set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rocking when I'm in here
'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my God, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all, it's a sabotage
So, so, so, so listen up 'cause you can't say nothin'
You'll shut me down with a push of your button?
But you, I'm out and I'm gone
I'll tell you now, I keep it on and on
'Cause what you see you might not get
And we can bet, so don't you get souped yet
You're scheming on a thing that's a mirage
I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage
Why
Our backs are now against the wall?
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm gonna set it straight, this Watergate
Lord, I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place
Because I feel disgrace because you're all in my face
But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be, it's a mirage
You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage
