Mellow My Man The Roots

[Intro: Black Thought]
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, rela-xin'
Coolin' out with my man Malik B, we call him Slacks-in'
YaknowhatI'msayin?
We in Effect Mode like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure
A-yo, bust it
We 'bout to flip it on some ol' laid back, mellow my man tip
We gon' set it like this
Yo, check it

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
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