Mellow My Man - The Roots

One, two

Yes, The Roots layin' back, rela-xin'

Coolin' out with my man Malik B

We call him Sla-xon

YaknowhatI’msayin?

We in effect

Mode like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure

Aiyyo bust it

We about to flip it on some ol' laid back, mellow my man tip

We gon' set it like this

Yo check it

Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party

Like Slick Rick the Ruler I’m cooler than a ice brick

Got soul like those Afro picks with the black fist

And leave a crowd drippin' like John the Baptist

It’s the cause of that «Oh, shit!»

The skits I kick flows like catfish

And got many MC’s on the blacklist

I’m sharp as a cactus, plus, quick to bust gymnastic tactics

Us, Roots is really true to that rap shit

Now, holla to the scholarly street skats that follow me

Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies

Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach

Offender wanna go like Meshach, Black

Thought the nappy cat, a bookworm, shoot styles like sperm

Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn

The herb sticks like wicks, and flips when I slaps the hand

Of my mellow my man, Malik B

Here I goes, negroes best to know the flower

The pro-fessional, best in those skills that kills so uhh.

WHOA, slow down before you go down (sissy)

Sissy, this is Agatha Christie — you’re slain and known now

Next contender, Malik’s the axe offender

Critique me so uniquely with mystique that’s so deep within the

Microphones I grip, psych with poems so’s I slits throats

Put him in a quote, when he croaks

They sayin' -- isn’t it, is it the negro that did it?

Cause wreck with the tech, make you jump and say 'ribbit'

I exhibit many forms, prohibit the corny norms

(And we’re in, your neighborhood) on the norms

Capture, was to, whack ya

Manu-facture, you can even ask Anita about the, rap-ture

I figured, perhaps ya, a say it SLAM

For my mellow my man

The way we do it like this

That, for my mellow my man

It’s like that for my mellow my man

No no we do it like that

This, for my mellow my man

It’s like this for my mellow my man

No no we do it like this

That, for my mellow my man

It’s like that for my mellow my man

No no we do it like that

This, for my mellow my man

It’s like this for my mellow my man

Yo, I got spunk, plus funk And Jump Like Punks

To Get Beat Down, turn that heat down, I’m crazy cool

Deeper than the pool that Wilt the Stilt damn near drowned in

Clowns bounce to sound when Thoughts poundin', brown’s

My complexion, section Southern

My brother-in is Jex, I

Sweats no sex, 'cause this kid gets

Grits 'n shit, it’s flex to drains that was crazed

When your heart spit up, dip, dup, damn

Yo, I lost it but back is the Black Boogey Man

Manic mad musician, maker of noise

That’s jocked by your homeboys

I rocks my flocks of sheep, it’s the slickest shepherd around

I was lost but was found, now I gets down

From Philly to the Apple I, stop and holla tunes and then hit

Up-town, Diggin Planets when they get Earthbound

I kick the groovy tunes for you and yours, when I pass the can

To my mellow my man, Malik B

WHOAHHHHH, shucks, my nuc snuff ducks (uh-huh)

Abruptly I erupt, to destruct, deducts

In wax I like to smack em, stroke em as I cap 'em

Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap 'em

Negroes know we be furrow to my borough

Cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald

Too strong to be sterile

So I impregnates the greats (Say what?)

Bust the Pacino’s, I won’t trust 'em

Even though I lust 'em shapes -- females for retail prices

Twice this nice as with sugars and spices

I won’t smirk, 'cause my name’s not Urkel

The voice with the multiple choice, she does a circle

You wanna turn and page your eyes, and try to plagerize

But I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya

Microphones I grip equipped to flip the hypocrites

And nit-wits, with tidbit skits, that ain’t *shhh*

It was a curse, but I divide it in half

Gets the airplay, no fair play, you’re feelin' the wrath

Of Malik, ayo get tragic, negroes that get dramatic

Because I have the habit to smoke rabbits like a addict

So if you can not rap, I will just slap YOU

If you wants to pick up on your nose be shows the chrome

And then we cap, YOU

It’s too bad, dem cyan’t understand de true check

For my mellow my man

The way we do it like this

That, for my mellow my man

It’s like that for my mellow my man

No no we do it like that

This, for my mellow my man

It’s like this for my mellow my man

No no we do it like this

That, for my mellow my man

It’s like that for my mellow my man

No no we do it like that

This, for my mellow my man

It’s like this for my mellow my man

I think it’s for my mellow my man, uhh

My mellow my man, right

My mellow my man, uhh

My mellow my man, right

My mellow my man, uhh

My mellow my man, right

My mellow my man my mellow my man

My mellow my man my mellow my man

For Scott Storch, my mellow my man

Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man

Brother?

uestion on the drums, my mellow my man

Gotta end it on the one, my mellow my man

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