[00:00.00] 作词 : Black Thought, Questlove ...[00:01.59]On the actual, i swings like i'm satchel[00:03.72]And brings groovy things to my peoples on the natural[00:06.12]Inclined to align, index to other flow and through beats[00:08.88]The butta kid got yet another bid to serve[00:10.86]In groovy stew, peace to all the kids who smuggle buddha[00:13.44]Cross the border cause it beez a remedy to ?cola roda?[00:15.99]Recruiter of refugees, the urbanite objects[00:18.63]Wreck to catch the gravy, grass be the po' baby[00:20.94]That i planted in the long run, dig the rhythmic song from[00:23.64]The one who goes left see, how many brothers test me?[00:26.25]Touch, the texture of the weak and yo i wrecks the comb[00:28.59]From picking cause i'm cool and umm, kicks 'pon the dome[00:30.96]I'm kicking, on the regular i puts masses in motions[00:33.78]****'ll split your mind open like a canteloupe then[00:36.03]The roots and the boots don boost to stomp potholes[00:38.70]Mr. job kicker, ease off, cause i got soul enough[00:41.34]To sell it, yo let spell it, b-l-a-c-k[00:44.01]T-h-o-u-g-h-t don't play[00:45.93]When i skits off a land funk that boogies up your pants and[00:48.75]Kicks flavor dug by your gramps in johansen[00:51.06]Jazz cats that's hip, plus them brothers who scramble[00:53.46]Your uncle and your cousins and the wino who gamble..[00:57.12]Hahaha, and for my next trick