Simple yet, so cool. It's like cruising New York City in the early 80s on an El train as you look out a windows; watching a beautiful sun set and thinking about your family and friends.
First joint I ever heard from The Roots. Feb. 1995 in Fort Myers, Florida. One of my boys had this on a cassette and asked me what I thought about it...They've been my 2nd favorite group in hip hop ever since (ATCQ will always be my favorite).
That subtle nod to Everybody loves the Sunshines notes weaved throughout the song. That UHN vibe you get just listening to the chord changes. Off the chain....
This is a great life soundtrack song! Mine are Vibes and Stuff instrumental, and Grown Man's Sport instrumental. My boss peeped this song when I played it in the office. He said, the Roots huhn? I almost fell out my chair!!!!
You say it's vital, I say it's so recital, I say the glow starts to fade when the day gets the title, you can't cascade, you can't lamp shade, I pass grades by the mile, stay of age and wage ways to re style, pile on grays, that's huge for hues, I pay dues that can't excuse, I'm not a vulture, follow pecking orders if want the commander in chief you best to soldier, first, that's me in higher ranking, you want to pitch a fit better lift a fort that's best for camping, I'm fresh expanding, see my next landing on a moon for the scanning, you can't copy rights, I got inventions I never mentioned that go on in a past life, now back to my future, I work the cuts like the rhymes made of sutures, who's patient enough to watch my mind grow, I let suckers know who's house this is like a store with its sign low,
@BrothaDarrrknesss Nice nice, the first song I heard was you got me, then next I remember hearing dont say nothing on the radio when I was in high school one day. Since then I went all the way back to Organix to How I Got Over haha. Man its crazy how much their sound has changed over the years.
Dosed binded, slowed by the closed minded view, oppose most with a side winded move, snake in the grass with a path I can't lose, I advance like the past till now becomes true, blue skied terrain, stirring stew linings until a true finding came, no binding chains can possibly inhibit, I scuttle to the next mind to exhibit, no ways to distort, as I turn a phrase to a dull kind retort, extort winter from a spring of the lip, as I open legs to a rose that is fit, carefully clipped, staring eclipse, then turn it in like a tray on the sticks, pick butter fields with a biscuit that is thick, and she starts to cough up my soul that exists, that's heavenly another dimming make believe, as I see the shadows on the walls of my every eve, I'm not the chosen one, I'm just a frozen gun, shooting out tickets for a show no one ever comes, I can't stand still, still stuck like quicksand over anvils, I run amuck like pouring soda over ant hills, you can say its a duck, to many I'm a target, i got the look there's no way you can market, a hairy face, here to invite you to a scary place, the reading of an ending suspending you into out if space, I'm just a latter year, traditions die like a cavalier, who always swings with a miss in a slower drive and a sadder gear, that's turbulent, riding on the verge of it, you want stomach pains here's the meat for the burger witch, I blurb a bit, many can't refurbish it, but I like recycle, it's vital to my permanence,
Notice how we get big paper. Power in my vapers. Never do i shower in hater. Their water aint pure wait up. Save it for later. Seconds after first pick the plate up like a waiter. For gods saker. Im the rap saviour.
Big gums. I smile. But with big guns im vile. I slip poison out the vial SO SMOOOTH. They be like damn i aint heard from plu in a while. I only last minute. Half finished ya wincing on the floor half naked. Sad faces. Not your funeral. Its a cubical. Couldnt find the body. Prolly rotting somewhere up in new york state
I hear this silly cats over there chillin wiff Weezy/ but real hip-hoppers tend to do it with Beezy /We call him Black Thought hollow for the mind/ conscious on the level that'll make ya mom's blind/ so holla atcha man man from the Illadelph fam/ the show you who you am/get girls naked on cam man/yeah/ you know this how we do it and you know we proves it/ hip-hop be the illest even your girl wanna do it/
When the instrumental stands alone as a piece of music, you know your hearing to something great.
Gratitude
Im grateful that I've seen Roy Ayers live. Im also grateful that I've seen The Roots live on several occasions.
Simple yet, so cool. It's like cruising New York City in the early 80s on an El train as you look out a windows; watching a beautiful sun set and thinking about your family and friends.
First joint I ever heard from The Roots. Feb. 1995 in Fort Myers, Florida. One of my boys had this on a cassette and asked me what I thought about it...They've been my 2nd favorite group in hip hop ever since (ATCQ will always be my favorite).
That subtle nod to Everybody loves the Sunshines notes weaved throughout the song. That UHN vibe you get just listening to the chord changes. Off the chain....
So true
If I had one, this would be my theme music. As I walked down the street this music would play out of nowhere. Love it!
NO DOUBT! One repeat all day!
true!!!
😎😎😎
This is a great life soundtrack song! Mine are Vibes and Stuff instrumental, and Grown Man's Sport instrumental. My boss peeped this song when I played it in the office. He said, the Roots huhn? I almost fell out my chair!!!!
"Style is like a cat from a 70's flick, talkin' jive as he strut with his afro pick" - Malik B
RIP Malik B.
The Roots + Roy Ayers = Greatness
You say it's vital, I say it's so recital, I say the glow starts to fade when the day gets the title, you can't cascade, you can't lamp shade, I pass grades by the mile, stay of age and wage ways to re style, pile on grays, that's huge for hues, I pay dues that can't excuse, I'm not a vulture, follow pecking orders if want the commander in chief you best to soldier, first, that's me in higher ranking, you want to pitch a fit better lift a fort that's best for camping, I'm fresh expanding, see my next landing on a moon for the scanning, you can't copy rights, I got inventions I never mentioned that go on in a past life, now back to my future, I work the cuts like the rhymes made of sutures, who's patient enough to watch my mind grow, I let suckers know who's house this is like a store with its sign low,
@chicagoconnoisseur thast whats up. Good to know theres people out there that still diggin that hip hop, that feel good music.
"Once I had a hunch there's emcees that front, I just crunch the whole bunch in one big munch!" RIP Malik B.
True passion
what is this awesomeness!!!!!!!
I shall.....proceed......and continue.....to rock true hip-hop. #yessir
RIP MALIK B!!!
ROCKIN ON THE MICROPHONE I DO THIS WELL!!!!!! ROCKIN ON THE MICROPHONE I DO THIS WELL!!!!!!!
They should have left that hook in the instrumental. J-Dilla would have done that.
@BrothaDarrrknesss
Nice nice, the first song I heard was you got me, then next I remember hearing dont say nothing on the radio when I was in high school one day. Since then I went all the way back to Organix to How I Got Over haha. Man its crazy how much their sound has changed over the years.
Seems like a song that would be in the Boondocks.
The DEUCE?!?!? This is that FIYAH!!! thanks for the post! I been looking for this joint on here for a long time now...
Dope track...
I need to have this
i bet u still remember when those laughs in the background come in haha good old tapes
That beat is HOT!!!!
its all good, cause u part of history
I SHOUT PROCEEDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!
Just realized there's a Roy Ayers sample in the b-ground
to my understanding he played them with the roots. hella tight.
Correct. That’s Brother Roy live on the Vibes.
Roy actually played the xylophone on this track!
@spr95que They both similar instruments
Dosed binded, slowed by the closed minded view, oppose most with a side winded move, snake in the grass with a path I can't lose, I advance like the past till now becomes true, blue skied terrain, stirring stew linings until a true finding came, no binding chains can possibly inhibit, I scuttle to the next mind to exhibit, no ways to distort, as I turn a phrase to a dull kind retort, extort winter from a spring of the lip, as I open legs to a rose that is fit, carefully clipped, staring eclipse, then turn it in like a tray on the sticks, pick butter fields with a biscuit that is thick, and she starts to cough up my soul that exists, that's heavenly another dimming make believe, as I see the shadows on the walls of my every eve, I'm not the chosen one, I'm just a frozen gun, shooting out tickets for a show no one ever comes, I can't stand still, still stuck like quicksand over anvils, I run amuck like pouring soda over ant hills, you can say its a duck, to many I'm a target, i got the look there's no way you can market, a hairy face, here to invite you to a scary place, the reading of an ending suspending you into out if space, I'm just a latter year, traditions die like a cavalier, who always swings with a miss in a slower drive and a sadder gear, that's turbulent, riding on the verge of it, you want stomach pains here's the meat for the burger witch, I blurb a bit, many can't refurbish it, but I like recycle, it's vital to my permanence,
would be cool to rap this on beat and then perform it on the tonight show
me n u will escape the employer nd employe ourselves thru the music
Notice how we get big paper. Power in my vapers. Never do i shower in hater. Their water aint pure wait up. Save it for later. Seconds after first
pick the plate up like a waiter.
For gods saker. Im the rap saviour.
the vibraphone made the hairs on my neck stick up
YEAH !
No Weezy, DOPE!!!
youtube get a repeat button already !!!!!!!!
man i used to do the same thing!!
Big gums. I smile. But with big guns im vile. I slip poison out the vial SO SMOOOTH. They be like damn i aint heard from plu in a while. I only last minute. Half finished ya wincing on the floor half naked. Sad faces. Not your funeral. Its a cubical. Couldnt find the body. Prolly rotting somewhere up in new york state
Bass is dope as fuck!!!
without green i'm high sky high 😁😂✌
you need to get the link on this
Check out marcus ariah, he's too dope ! He has a response to this too I think
:'(
I'm just jokin. I know that guy in real life. haha
You can’t beat real drums.
dont tell me what to do
lol...u old jo
xD hahahah
I hear this silly cats over there chillin wiff Weezy/
but real hip-hoppers tend to do it with Beezy
/We call him Black Thought hollow for the mind/
conscious on the level that'll make ya mom's blind/
so holla atcha man man from the Illadelph fam/
the show you who you am/get girls naked on cam man/yeah/
you know this how we do it and you know we proves it/
hip-hop be the illest even your girl wanna do it/
No he dont.
Sounds like something Dr.Dre would produce in his Death Row days.
No. Dr. Dre was more into the funk, and while there may be some overlapping concepts with funk and jazz, I don't think Dre would have used this.