Root Down (Ill Communication Version)

That's a record

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 makin' some love, I put my root down
I'm like "Sweetie Pie" by the Stone Alliance
Everybody know 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 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
'Til I step up to the mic in my goose down

Come up representin' 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 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

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 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, 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 walking down your block and you say that's him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beatsie 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'm-a pass the mic and cause a panic
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 skyscrapes

It's like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show
It's Kool Moe Dee vs. 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
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

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



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Louis Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch
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