Datskat - The Roots

Di-bi-dis-banks, hip-flip-a-didip-didim-dow-hound\nYou wonder bout the sweat pon my brow, formulatin nouns\nI’ll get down, boogie brother rock on, right on, right on The brown, rhymer organically grown, I’ve shown, while\nsip-pida-didip-styles and proceed, to flow\nYou know I’m flyer than G.I. so yo Joe\nFuck, I run amuck, cause I’m the father of the fattest skatter\nBlack is intellectual, cat that is perpetually\nritually catchin wreck, don’t step, I cut ya I mix the Sector 6 and now I knowledge butter words\nto prop up Afrika Bambaataa, a lotta, brother is out there\nwaitin on that new shit, well this is how we do kid\nThe levels is correct one-two, call in a blunt too\nThe front two, run through, good for you\nBrand new styles like Kung-Fu\nAnd rip this from the front to the back\nTo all my peoples where you at I know you dig it when I kick\nDatskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (8X)\nWadibi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop\nSkiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows we gonna rock\nand don’t stop, just droppin off my bags you fags\nWhen you define, the word behind, deserves you lags\nWe blast off like launchers, launchin off the rockets\nIf you bugs, if you act like plugs, you’re gettin pulled\nout of sockets, the extra-curricular particularly this\nmiraculous in lyrics they be callin me Jesus\nPlease just call me Maliq I’m not a prophet\nPass me a topic and I’ll drop it Because it gets, hairier, never marry or flurries a throne\nTo hell with a boy upon the microphone\nwill be convenient, I’m never bein lenient\non them folk who gonna slow-up cause they a dope\nBut a-bi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop\nWe makin touchdowns, cause we knockin butts down, so Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (8X)