Artist: The Roots Album: Organix Song: Writters Block Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Black Thought] Oooh Up, up.. up, up.. Up, Up Up, Up.. UP, UP UP UP!! UP!! UP!! UP!! UP I, UP I, UP I step, UP I walk UP I climb, to the platform on which I await the arrival of the, black liiiine 2000 the abstract nighttrain that should be arriving in approximately eight complete lifetimes Do you dig that, ON, track number one or is it my one track mind? With the same two hundred funky people packed together on one car that seats sixty Reminiscent of the Middle Passage only now we, gliiiide over oceans of steel, and at the speed of light from the window, in my eye, I can't see Damn! Brother, excuse me brother Would you mind not dripping your umbrella into my lap? Now where was I? What, change to spare? Man you better change your mind, change your plan change your attitude, change your ideas to change your position As I change my seat, and I change the channel on my WatchMan Just in time, special guest, The Roots, on the SOULLLLL TRAIN! John Coltrane and chinese food is my date for the night with that woman, with that girl, with that woman with that lady, with that woman, with that child child I'm honey, honey-child, and I gots ta gotta, gots ta, gotta gots ta, gots ta gotta gotta get ready Ready ready to go, read-read to go Going, going, going, going, going, going, going, GONE DAMN! ... I missed my stop.. Writters Block, hah!