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Willie Nelson - Текст песни The Session
[Black Thought]
 From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning
 From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree
 This is mad abstract
 All the way live from Philly, we got the hip-hop coalition
 called the Foreign Objects in effect
 It's like dat, now dig
 [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Trotter, a.k.a.
 [BT/Tariq Trotter]
 Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all
 [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a.
 [AJ/Joseph Simmons]
 A.J. Shine, The Dollar Sign, funky bid'ness
 [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Pitts, a.k.a.
 [LA/Micah Pitts]
 Lord Akil, social misfit
 [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Greene, a.k.a.
 [MM/Tony Greene]
 Straight from Sector 6 it's Mr. Manifest
 [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Ms. Thompson, a.k.a.
 [SNM/Terresa Thompson]
 Shorty... pussy (Oooooh!)
 [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Cee, a.k.a.
 [Myself ? ? ?]
 Myself, me Myself and I
 [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Dorsey, a.k.a.
 [PP/Jamal Dorsey]
 Pazi Plant, The Soul Plant
 [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Armstead, a.k.a.
 [Bo/Conway Armstead]
 Bo-watt, The Rhythmic Priest
 [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Basset, a.k.a.
 [MB/Malik Basset]
 Malik Blizzunt, Foreign Objects
 [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Thompson, a.k.a.
 [B?/Ahmir Thompson]
 BROther ?uestion, from Square Roots y'all (yeah, ha-hah)
 [BROther ?uestion]
 And we the Foreign Objects (yeah, yeah)
 And it's like this..
 Now get loose, get loose, Malik B get loose
 And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
 And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
 Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
 [Malik Blunt]
 Yes, I will address and press about my microphone
 me-ssiah, am the best siah? Yes-I am
 most quick to go because I'm equipped to flow a script
 I will just slay and disobey, I will display banana clips
 that slaughter with the words and the herds of the verbs
 I gots the urge to splurge, like a Bosnian Serb
 A-drift I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raff
 Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phy
 So okey-dokey folks, most provoke me ? so hold your ?
 was willin, cause I'm strollin with the quotes
 Like Shakespeare, Mark Twain, or Edgar Allan Poe
 But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-lou
 No banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayed
 so the guitar, had to take the bitch off, and slay
 You might think I'm a rookie or an amateur, but put me
 on a panel or a channel I'll dismantle like the vandal-er
 I meants to say the scandalous, vandalous, handle this
 like my man Emilio, what y'all should really know
 You couldn't get the picture, if you was in an orchard
 or fortress, (so you niggaz better forfeit)
 [BROther ?uestion]
 Now get loose, get loose, ? get loose
 And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
 And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
 Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
 [? ? ?]
 Picture this as I get rugged with the scrpiture
 Evacuatin scenes, spreadin thoughts like a drifter
 I exit through my state of greater elevation, unifying
 grains through the force of the imagination, you dig
 what I'm saying? But I see your mind's playing tricks
 You thought you got the channel but you couldn't get a fix
 upon my mental -- I keep it complicated
 Explosion of the spirit cause I opened up my soul and created
 So now you dig the flavor, you're tasting what I gave ya
 Seeping through the cellar cause I be the freak of nature
 With, the images that I hold in my head
 I be the kid from the Fifth, so y'all holding what I've said
 I've said, I be the omnipresent factor from the void
 Fatter is the flow, so my styling is employed
 I'm ragged, pants worn bagged, and umm
 the ghetto be my home so I shouts to the slum
 Come, the misfit's got a tale, take you on a mad trip
 The thoughts unveil
 I'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round, the lowest
 of the levels, the positive raps that kill devils
 The abstracts, right and exact, knapsack's on the back
 Rip poetical flows upon the track
 My thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll play it back
 and listen, I brought to your mind what's missing
 [BROther ?uestion]
 Now get loose, get loose, Pazi Plant get loose
 And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
 And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
 Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
 [Pazi Plant]
 I'm hip to release ill units, I displays major soul
 The ? out, so soul stays rhythmatic
 to the static when it plays, levels from the bass
 They chase but they'll never catch my patt-er-ns
 Soul surrounds this Plant like the rings upon Sa-tur-n
 Yo, I'm fatter than many, came to kick away any job
 Umm, cat, conniver if it's abstract I'm liable
 take portion cause I'll fly that head ?
 Dig the jazz that's closets from the Paz be-low bugged
 Groovy like the nickel bag of love, slidin
 through the groovy fuzz, Plants is the buzz
 Mad abornmal, is my flow, much confusion, enhanced in
 My scenario's too advanced'n, for duplication
 If it's violation, soul power, will shower ya
 defenses now you're falling, and crawling
 Cause your styles are infantile not poetically correct
 to test I'm laughin at ya, lyrical stature, cause my status
 be that is the coolest kid to do a bid on fakers
 with the grammar that be blamma, back in eighty-three
 I was the Grand Fruit Jammer, but now I gets down
 and wreck shit with the Foreign Objects..
 Yeah that's right, the Foreign Objects
 [BROther ?uestion]
 Ahhh yeah, now two check, two check
 Now check it out, now check it out
 Get loose, get loose, Myself ? ? ? get loose
 And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
 And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
 Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
 [Myself ? ? ?]
 Kinda like, ? catch, of the day is mad wreck
 I raise heck, no raise hell, you plays back, your tape's ill
 Show me just exactly what it is you want, I give you what we got
 We got flow, we got soul, we get off, a lot
 So lock up, your doors, cause I'm
 Busting Loose like Richard Pryor, setting stuff on fire
 We got funky, rhymes
 Stuff you had swinging, like a monkey, I'm
 always hanging 'round, living off of Vine
 as in West Philly, 56th Street
 The kids be getting jay'd on the corner
 Swing my hat to the back, Kangol, no maybe 5 Soul
 Not no bootleg treat, you get from 52nd Street, word up
 Word to life, word is bond, word to God
 I'm like the bean he's like a bean
 I guess the stage is like a pod, ain't with
 no metamorphosistically I kiss a licorice
 and any miss I wish to kiss or else I diss like this
 So I step to the left, drop the mic, catch my breath
 then, watch the Foreign Object catch wreck, uhh
 [BROther ?uestion]
 Get loose, get loose, Shorty get loose
 And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
 And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
 Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
 [Shorty No Mas]
 Can I kicks it?
 I kicks it for the others so I kick it for you
 I gotta nag a dog and note to Billy - I gets down
 Sound's got a lot I got my own I'm throwin passes
 Asses are grabbed, when I swing with The RootsWillie Nelson - The Session - http://ru.motolyrics.com/willie-nelson/the-session-lyrics.html
 Suits, I got none, but throwin off that accoutrements
 ever since I winced at the thought of a dress
 Yes you might be wantin to consider me a tomboy
 Boy get it right, I'm still strictly lovin men
 Send me your love, don't ever think I don't need it
 Shit I got problems, can you help me out?
 Shout a little louder if you're sure that you hear me
 Fear me not, I'm just another average girl
 Curls in my head, and yeah I think I look good
 Should I be the one, to break the bad news?
 Snooze when I'm tired, not when I'm hype, your type
 Yo I just came off!
 [BROther ?uestion]
 Get loose, get loose, Manifest get loose
 And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
 And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
 Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
 [Mr. Manifest]
 Introducing lyrics for the year of ninety-three
 The black brainchild is about to kick the groovy
 speak out the head, provided for the hardrocks
 Here to resurrect the ghetto beats for the blocks
 You can dig the styles cause the styles are for the digging
 A fat sack of soul, that's how the Sector roll
 Never making fake material, why should I?
 The mind is so equipped to rip, so why would I
 give you less than that, you in fact, this is where it's at
 cause lyrics I've provided is about to swing the bat
 and shake up the levels from New York to Montego
 It's all about the lyrics, it's not about the ego
 Quick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro that I am
 It's profound, like the kids from the underground
 Every single lyric is prepared, in the hunt for the metro
 with scoops of fat loops and funky lingo
 Level's being felt, all over in the fifty states
 Breaking more beats than my moms breaks the china plates
 Transmitting, hitting areas we freak with funk
 when we come to planet Earth, with a trunk of fat, soul
 Alert doing work on the everyday
 Here to bring the swing like my man Donny Hathaway
 Just, follow the dotted line, and do what we do
 Because you gotta get a grip, if you want your shit
 [BROther ?uestion]
 Now get loose, get loose, Lord Akil get loose
 And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice
 And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
 Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
 [Lord Akil]
 Umm, from the Southern side of Philly yet of The Roots
 there comes me, who?
 The janky little brother of Mr. Bruce
 A jazz kickin kid who flows, like the river Jordan
 Not fond of Honda scooters, but I'll take an Accord and
 zoom right through your borough, because I'm crazy thorough
 No offspring running 'round but no my penile is not sterile
 Collects the crazy papes from, selling crazy tapes, umm
 Big heads be gettin swollen, I crush em just like grapes
 The level that I'm zoning, the one that's on the third
 Eatin buds or mad grass that gets you HIGHER than a bird
 Kinks, be in the head, cause I leave the curls to Jheri
 Got mad souls out the ass with shit, fat like William Perry
 A poor black kid with rhythm, a eye for jazzy beats
 Straight from the underground, found new life on the South Streets
 We ? off the jams that will uplift the people's souls
 Cause the Objects that are Foreign, the kids with baggy clothes
 are the cats that I'm coolin with, when we be together
 Two and two equals four but Foreign Objects be forever
 So, just let me flow as I reach up to the next plateau
 And then you'll give me my respect
 Uhh, cause I'm a Foreign Object
 [BROther ?uestion]
 Now get loose, get loose, A.J. Shine get loose
 And just rock heart-beat showin you got the juice
 And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
 Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
 [A.J. Shine]
 First off, I'm burstin off shots of gab
 and gettin lifted by the gift, I start to jab
 The rhymes that I grab send schools to the slab
 As I write scores, the funky orator's gone
 on some next ish lookin
 for the next fish with a wish that used to be a duck
 but now you're stuck dumbstruck
 Trying to hang but you can't swim I think you're fucked
 You traded in your blues for boom, tap shoes
 I do shows and change all opposing views
 I get down, I go up as I blow up
 cause I got this O.M.B. rhyme you can't defuse
 Yeahhh, here to rock all of you rockers
 When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind my blockers
 I move swift, I needs no lift
 I don't have to riff because I shift the gift
 and now my name is Joseph Simmons, but I'm not Run
 With the mic in my hand, I've only just begun
 to hold mine, I'ma goldmine plus a ton
 The way I shine, I be the rising sun, huh!
 How many times must I have to say
 this I never miss yo when I display?
 From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and
 before I hit the court I made it my forte
 cause I got this, you can come and get this, cause my
 method is the most and I boast so you can bet this
 is like the best of the rest of the flock
 And now you're walkin down the hallways of the Always Jock
 Abbreviated A.J. here for the day
 Bustin rhymes in your face while I'm fadin away
 It's like that y'all, and ya don't stop
 The funky Bid on the root with the hip-hop
 [Black Thought]
 Now.. get loose, get loose, ?uestion get loose
 And, rock heart-beat showin YOU got juice
 And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
 Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
 [BROther ?uestion]
 It's me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to flow
 To bust a fat rat-a-tat rhyme one mo' gen'
 I'm flexin with my mental verbalistic chocolate
 Sucker know you're listenin so please get off of it
 A score and two years ago began the ?uestion's mission
 South of 52nd Street, on ?
 and anybody wanna diss the sure shot body rock
 fresh flowin dude, we can take it to the stage
 Sucker, Foreign Objects coming soon
 From the rat cave to a room with a view
 My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U
 And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc'
 You can comprehend the verbal letters that I send
 Ahh, ooooh, ahhhh, like Boyz II Men
 I don't have a Benz-y shoes are walkin like Jimmy
 Make em say, "Yo ?uestion's demi," make em squeal like ?
 Man, yo, I jams on every gram
 Move out the way, I gets on, rockin round the clock
 In school I used to doodle, nowadays I use my noodle
 And I'll be rockin planets, and soon I'm livin fatter
 I'm a levelheaded son who knows where I came from
 Umm, lights, camera... ?uestion
 [? ? ?]
 Get loose, get loose, Black Thought get loose
 And just rock heartbeat showin you got the juice
 And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN)
 Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!!
 [Black Thought]
 Well umm, yik-yik yak-yak, chi-chi-chi-ka-SPLACK
 Thoughts that I stutter and brother that I left back behind
 Lines of swine I'm qualified for groovy stew achoo
 I caught the boogie like the flu and God Bless the Black
 Cardiac cerebral abstract cathedral
 The mental is the temple and the central sees you tryin to flam!
 Man I catch a lift like Bob Mar-ley, and par-lay
 On airy clouds I drop, bombs like a Sau-di, Arabian
 Flocks I rocks like Fabian
 It's the nipple sex upon the grits that call me baby and
 run a finger, through the knaps of the rap, singer that
 pull a scat, from the stack, that I keep in the shack
 of my soul, bring the bowl I got the flat out good
 That's why I'm dug by the hippies plus the pimps and hoods
 in the slum, could I umm, come, should I umm, come
 Yes I does, and gets down said I wasn't know that I was
 but they gel, that's why they blow up cause they didn't give spect
 to the erector of the Foreign Object, I collect, to preserve
 Plus develop and envelop in The Roots of rhyme
 Yo that's the end of the line, I got mine, and I'm out
 [Brother ?uestion]
 A-ha! Ahh, suki suki now
 It's the Brother ?uestion
 and now you know how it is
 when the Foreign Objects get wreck
 Like that, yeah, ha ha ha
 And we out y'all, and we out y'all
 And we out y'all, and we out y'all
 And we out y'all...










