 Good music lyrics ( Roots )   
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Artist : Roots
Song : Good music
[black thought]
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
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