| 作词 : Black Thought, Questlove ... | |
| On the actual, i swings like i'm satchel | |
| And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural | |
| Inclined to align, index to other flow and through beats | |
| The butta kid got yet another bid to serve | |
| In groovy stew, peace to all the kids who smuggle buddha | |
| Cross the border cause it beez a remedy to ?cola roda? | |
| Recruiter of refugees, the urbanite objects | |
| Wreck to catch the gravy, grass be the po' baby | |
| That i planted in the long run, dig the rhythmic song from | |
| The one who goes left see, how many brothers test me? | |
| Touch, the texture of the weak and yo i wrecks the comb | |
| From picking cause i'm cool and umm, kicks 'pon the dome | |
| I'm kicking, on the regular i puts masses in motions | |
| Shit'll split your mind open like a canteloupe then | |
| The roots and the boots don boost to stomp potholes | |
| Mr. job kicker, ease off, cause i got soul enough | |
| To sell it, yo let spell it, b-l-a-c-k | |
| T-h-o-u-g-h-t don't play | |
| When i skits off a land funk that boogies up your pants and | |
| Kicks flavor dug by your gramps in johansen | |
| Jazz cats that's hip, plus them brothers who scramble | |
| Your uncle and your cousins and the wino who gamble.. | |
| Hahaha, and for my next trick |
| zuo ci : Black Thought, Questlove ... | |
| On the actual, i swings like i' m satchel | |
| And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural | |
| Inclined to align, index to other flow and through beats | |
| The butta kid got yet another bid to serve | |
| In groovy stew, peace to all the kids who smuggle buddha | |
| Cross the border cause it beez a remedy to ? cola roda? | |
| Recruiter of refugees, the urbanite objects | |
| Wreck to catch the gravy, grass be the po' baby | |
| That i planted in the long run, dig the rhythmic song from | |
| The one who goes left see, how many brothers test me? | |
| Touch, the texture of the weak and yo i wrecks the comb | |
| From picking cause i' m cool and umm, kicks ' pon the dome | |
| I' m kicking, on the regular i puts masses in motions | |
| Shit' ll split your mind open like a canteloupe then | |
| The roots and the boots don boost to stomp potholes | |
| Mr. job kicker, ease off, cause i got soul enough | |
| To sell it, yo let spell it, black | |
| Thought don' t play | |
| When i skits off a land funk that boogies up your pants and | |
| Kicks flavor dug by your gramps in johansen | |
| Jazz cats that' s hip, plus them brothers who scramble | |
| Your uncle and your cousins and the wino who gamble.. | |
| Hahaha, and for my next trick |
| zuò cí : Black Thought, Questlove ... | |
| On the actual, i swings like i' m satchel | |
| And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural | |
| Inclined to align, index to other flow and through beats | |
| The butta kid got yet another bid to serve | |
| In groovy stew, peace to all the kids who smuggle buddha | |
| Cross the border cause it beez a remedy to ? cola roda? | |
| Recruiter of refugees, the urbanite objects | |
| Wreck to catch the gravy, grass be the po' baby | |
| That i planted in the long run, dig the rhythmic song from | |
| The one who goes left see, how many brothers test me? | |
| Touch, the texture of the weak and yo i wrecks the comb | |
| From picking cause i' m cool and umm, kicks ' pon the dome | |
| I' m kicking, on the regular i puts masses in motions | |
| Shit' ll split your mind open like a canteloupe then | |
| The roots and the boots don boost to stomp potholes | |
| Mr. job kicker, ease off, cause i got soul enough | |
| To sell it, yo let spell it, black | |
| Thought don' t play | |
| When i skits off a land funk that boogies up your pants and | |
| Kicks flavor dug by your gramps in johansen | |
| Jazz cats that' s hip, plus them brothers who scramble | |
| Your uncle and your cousins and the wino who gamble.. | |
| Hahaha, and for my next trick |
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