The Session (Longest Posse Cut In History) Lyrics

[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 Roots

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...