Root Down

Ooh, uh, huh 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 all down, gonna kick it root down It's not a put down, I put my foot down And then I'm makin' some love, I put my root down I'm like, "Sweetie Pie", by the Stone Alliance Everybody know I'm known for droppin' 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 talkin' root down, I put my boot down And if you want to battle me, you're puttin' loot down I said it's root down, it's time to scoot down I'ma step up to the mic in my goose down Come up representin' from the Upper West Money Makin' puttin' 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 ain't coming out goofy like the Fruit of the Loom guys Just struttin' like The Meters with the "Look-ka Py-Py" Downtown Brooklyn is where I was born But when the snow is fallin' then I am gone And you might think that I'm a fanatic A phone call from Utah and I'm throwin' a panic So break it to the root when we kick it on down Jimmy Smith is my man, I wanna 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 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 (yeah) Well, Ad-Rock (huh?), don't stop, come on Just get on the mic with the tick and the tock Well, I'll fill you to the fuckin' rim like Brim I'm walkin' down your block, and you say, "That's him" There goes the guy with the funky sound The Beastie Boys, you know we're gonna 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 High Street Station Doin' homework on the train, what a fucked up situation On the way back up, hearin' battle tapes Through the underground, underneath the skyscrapes It's like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe Dee versus Busy Bee, that'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 Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel alright I'm feelin' good to play a little music Tears runnin' down my face 'cause I love to do it And no one can stop this flow from flowin' on A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone I'll 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) Yeah, how you wanna kick it? (Gonna kick it root down) So how you gonna rock it? (Gonna rock it root down) Gonna break it all down, gonna kick it root down (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 Aww, now that's a record, buddy