Root Down Lyrics

Root Down

I Kick My Root Down 

 I Put My Root Down 

 

 It's Not A Put Down 

 I Put My Foot Down 

 And Then I Make Some Love, I Put My Root Down 

 Like Sweetie Pie By The Stone Alliance 

 Everbody Knows I'm Known For Dropping Science 

 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 Root Down 

 And If You Want To Battle Me, You're Putting Loot Down 

 I Said Root Down, It's Time To Scoot Down 

 I'm A Step Up To The Mic In My Goose Down 

 Come Up Representing 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'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 Falling, Then I'm Gone 

 You Might Think That I'm A Fanatic 

 A Phone Call From Utah And I'm Throwing A Panic 

 But We Kick It From The Root When We Break It On Down 

 Jimmy Smith Is My Man, I Want To Give Him A Pound 

 

 Chorus 

 

 Ad Rock Don't Stop, Get On The Mic With The Tic And The Toc 

 I'll Fill You With 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 Beastie 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 Going To 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 Sky Scrapes 

 Like Harlem World Battles On The Zulu Beat Show 

 It's Kool Moe D Vs. Busy Bee There's One You Should Know 

 Enough Of That, I Just Want To Give Some Respect Due 

 M.C.A. Grab The Mic And The Ma Bell Will Connect You 

 Bob Marley Was A Prophet For The Freedom Fight 

 "If Dancin' Prays To The Lord Then I Shall Feel Alright" 

 It Feels To Play A Little Music 

 Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It 

 And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On 

 A Flow Master In Disaster With A Sound That's Gone 

 I'll Give A Little Shout Out To My Dad And Mom 

 For Bringing Me Into This World And So On