Root Down

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