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Rhythm 10.0
Melody 10.0
Instruments 10.0
Lyrics 10.0
Vocal 10.0
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Dispatch - Root Down Lyrics

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TitleRoot Down
ArtistDispatch
AlbumFour Day Trials (2000) , Track 8
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Song lyrics
I kick my root down 
[x2]

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 Mmeters 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 

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
lyrics submitted by Rachael
lyrics corrected by Laeken on 23-07-2005




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