Good Music
The Roots Lyrics


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Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets
This is the Brother Question, broadcasting live
Via satellite, from the Never Never Tunnels
Now dig the rituals for today, is good music
So sit back, relax and dig the groove

Yo bust it, I digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop
Not R&B because to me that's not my style and
The are-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul
The ones that's hip won't change the dial and
I remember one morning at the Soul Shack, coolin'
In the outback, on the songwritin' ship
Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff
On the cloud I be relaxin' from last night and shit
In studio today but hey Brother Question
Was on the Westside asleep without a clue when
I hollered down to Crumbs to pick up the phone
And tell him to get ready (Question, what ya doin'?)
(Ain't no thing) Yeah
Buttered chicken wings, so I met him in the West
Where we had to 'lax and wait for Rubber Band and Bes'
Bassey broke down on the other side of town
Yo you know what it's about, The Roots is out
To the subway

Does anybody like real music?
Sweet music, soul music?
You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah
Does anybody like real music?
Sweet music, soul music?
You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah

From the subway to the studio
Gots to break fast if we want to get, to the bus
Runnin' like a Mex for the border
(Um, yo, oh um, was it a bunch of yas?)
Nah, just the four of us
Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine
(Three fine) fo' five mo' fine, uhh!

A girl says, "Hey ain't y'all The Square Roots?"
And I'm like, "Heh, word,"
And then the shorty passed the sign
Now we got to make out exit (where?)
To the pavement (to what?) Crushin' trail mix
(Oh word man, yo look out) Say what? (look out!)
Question dropped a whole bag of drumsticks
(Ain't no thing) but a chicken wing, so
He bends down to pick up the sticks
And his pants fall down (dang!)
In my face, Question didn't frown, turned around
And thought he felt a draft, so I laughed
(Hahaha)

Does anybody like real music?
Sweet music, soul music?
You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah
Does anybody like real music?
Sweet music, soul music?
You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah

Here comes the Crumbs, from the chums of the P.O.
Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the trio
Now I'm in cahoots and got a reason for my ego
In the words of, Los Lobos, adios, amigo

At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm flowin'
Tellin Question, to keep it, goin'
What I'm doin', I'm not really knowin'
But umm, to me see it sounds oh-and-kay'n (it sounds OK)
Layin', to the sounds playin'
Um, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay'n (uh-huh)
Trippin', I'm tryin', not to laugh, bust it
It's the last paragraph, and I'm done half
But Question's jokin', and I'm like hopin'
That nobody comes in and opens, the door
(Ah man, what is up with you man?
I'm leavin', what why you scratchin' your face like that man?
Look ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder)

Does anybody like real music?
Sweet music, soul music?
You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah
Does anybody like realmusic?
Sweet music, soul music?




You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah

Overall Meaning

In “Good Music,” the first song on The Roots' fourth studio album, “Do You Want More?” the band introduces itself in a funky way. Questlove, the drummer, begins the song by introducing himself and broadcasting live, before inviting listeners to relax and groove along to some good music, indicating that the song is called “Good Music.”


Later, Questlove raps a verse about his love for hip-hop, his refusal to play R&B, and his affinity for lesser-known soul records. The other rappers in the group, Black Thought and Malik B, also make appearances on the song, rapping about their love for different kinds of music and the importance of keeping it real. Despite each person's personal preferences, they all come together to create “Good Music.”


The song ends with the group laughing and joking around in the studio, sampling music and having a good time. The song serves as an introduction to the band and their musical philosophy, which is based on a love for all sorts of music and the idea that good music can bring people together.


Line by Line Meaning

Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets
Greetings to all the cool people, especially those with natural hair


This is the Brother Question, broadcasting live
I am Brother Question, and I'm speaking to you live


Via satellite, from the Never Never Tunnels
I am speaking from an underground location, transmitted via satellite


Now dig the rituals for today, is good music
Listen to the music we're playing today, it's great


So sit back, relax and dig the groove
Just relax and enjoy the music


Yo bust it, I digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop
Listen, I love hip-hop and I play it well


Not R&B because to me that's not my style and
I don't like R&B, it's not my thing


The are-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul
I don't play explicit music on the radio, but I do play soulful music for big audiences


The ones that's hip won't change the dial and
The cool listeners won't switch to another station


I remember one morning at the Soul Shack, coolin'
I recall relaxing one morning at a place called the Soul Shack


In the outback, on the songwritin' ship
It was a remote location where we were working on some songs


Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff
I took a five-minute break to smoke a Bob Marley joint


On the cloud I be relaxin' from last night and shit
I'm still feeling great from partying last night


In studio today but hey Brother Question
I'm in the studio today, but my colleague Brother Question


Was on the Westside asleep without a clue when
was asleep on the west side and didn't know what was happening


I hollered down to Crumbs to pick up the phone
I shouted to Crumbs to answer the phone


(Question, what ya doin'?) (Ain't no thing) Yeah
(Question, what are you doing?) (It's nothing much)


Buttered chicken wings, so I met him in the West
We decided to have some chicken wings, so I went to the west side to meet him


Where we had to 'lax and wait for Rubber Band and Bes'
We had to relax and wait for Rubber Band and Bes' to arrive


Bassey broke down on the other side of town
Our friend Bassey's car broke down on the other side of the town


Yo you know what it's about, The Roots is out
You know what we're like, we're The Roots and we're on the move


To the subway
We're taking the subway


Does anybody like real music?
Does anyone appreciate authentic music?


Sweet music, soul music?
Do you like music that's relaxing and soulful?


You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it
The Roots will choose it if you're into that kind of music


Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah
They just want to use that music to make you dance


From the subway to the studio
We're traveling from the subway to the recording studio


Gots to break fast if we want to get, to the bus
We need to hurry if we want to catch the bus


Runnin' like a Mex for the border
Running very fast, like someone trying to cross the Mexican border


(Um, yo, oh um, was it a bunch of yas?) (Nah, just the four of us)
(Um, was there a group of people with you?) (No, just us four)


Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine / (Three fine) fo' five mo' fine, uhh!
There are plenty of good-looking people on the train, several of whom are very attractive


A girl says, "Hey ain't y'all The Square Roots?"
A girl recognizes us and asks if we're The Square Roots


And I'm like, "Heh, word,"
I respond positively, saying "yeah, that's us"


And then the shorty passed the sign
She passes a sign that's related to us


Now we got to make out exit (where?)
We need to leave soon (but where are we going?)


To the pavement (to what?) Crushin' trail mix
We're headed outside to walk on the pavement and eat some trail mix


(Oh word man, yo look out) Say what? (look out!)
(Hey watch out) What do you mean? (Watch out!)


Question dropped a whole bag of drumsticks (Ain't no thing)
Question accidentally drops a bag of drumsticks


but a chicken wing, so / He bends down to pick up the sticks / And his pants fall down (dang!)
He doesn't care and simply picks up the drumsticks. While doing so, his pants fall down


In my face, Question didn't frown, turned around
Question's butt ends up right in my face, but he just laughs and turns around


And thought he felt a draft, so I laughed (Hahaha)
He thinks he feels a draft, and I find it funny


Here comes the Crumbs, from the chums of the P.O.
Crumbs is arriving from his postal worker buddies


Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the trio
Crumbs joined our group, which started from The Roots


Now I'm in cahoots and got a reason for my ego
Now I'm part of the group and have a reason to be proud


In the words of, Los Lobos, adios, amigo
As Los Lobos would say, goodbye, my friend


At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm flowin'
I'm now at the Rat Cave, holding a mic and rapping


Tellin Question, to keep it, goin'
I'm encouraging Question to keep the music flowing


What I'm doin', I'm not really knowin'
I'm not really sure what I'm doing, or what's happening in general


But umm, to me see it sounds oh-and-kay'n (it sounds OK)
But I'm okay with it, it sounds okay to me


Layin', to the sounds playin'
I'm just relaxing and enjoying the music


Um, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay'n (uh-huh)
I greet everybody, both the women and the men


Trippin', I'm tryin', not to laugh, bust it
I'm trying not to laugh, but I'm finding it difficult


It's the last paragraph, and I'm done half / But Question's jokin', and I'm like hopin'
I'm almost done rapping, but Question is still making jokes and I hope that it doesn't ruin the recording


That nobody comes in and opens, the door
I hope that nobody comes inside and interrupts our recording


(Ah man, what is up with you man? / I'm leavin', what why you scratchin' your face like that man? / Look ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder)
(What's wrong with you? I'm leaving. Why are you scratching your face like that? You look ugly and self-righteous)




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: MELBOURNE MILLER, DONALD DENNIS, HOPETON LINDO, RICHARD BAILEY, MICHAEL RUSSELL, PAUL CROSSDALE, ROHAN SMITH

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Downtown Clay Davis

I kind of like how little this song is known. This is a hidden gem for only the purist of hip hop fans.

randomquentin

Damn you got pipes on that fly song and yea just found this song right now damnnnnn good

Downtown Clay Davis

@randomquentin Aw damn thank you! I forgot I uploaded that lol

HomZGee

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Real hiphop

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Tim Pede

Only 151 likes...apparently not many people like real music.

Mike S

133 likes. SMMFH. This the TRUtH. Pure good music

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I was stupid forgot the password. I would appreciate any assistance you can offer me

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RIP malik b

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