ugh....got home from black lily....slept for 2 hours.......got picked up by film crew at 6am.....drove to brooklyn.....director explained the scene....we were on a parade float at the parade.....we wern't the roots, we were king solomon and the lionhearts......so we got on this colorful ass float......and maybe shit was cool for about 4 minutes.....saw my drums....no snare stand....no kick pedal.....no bass for hub....and lots of feedback from these 8 speakers that look like the joints in my room.......then we join the procession....and then......all downhill from there.......the other trucks pass us by laughin their asses off........those trucks have 40 speakers on em......they have full scale horn sections......we got an ugly ass incredible hulk green drumset and wack mics...........this is feeling like the apollo.....there's no turning back....we must endure all 26 blocks.......nothin but black folks.....confused looking black folks........folks lookin like "who the fuck is this?.......what this shit"........i try to "reagaeize" our shit. only "you got me" works.....now we are stuck in traffic.......somethin done happened up ahead...the crowd is getting restless....we try "the next calypso".......now tariq's acting like an ass because he dosn't wanna do it no more......i'm like yo......we ain't got nothin else....he's all "let's do 'the lesson'".....in all my years of knowing riq it baffles me that he can't read an audience.......he would do "fuck tha police" at a fop function.....i'm like look at these people do they look like they give a fuck about "dad's in the projects?".......crowds getting restless.......we do "the next movement" for the 8th time.......it dosn't matter because when the song is over we are 2 blocks away from when we first started.....but hold up what's this?.......5 people got ran over by the mack truck ahead of us?.........a child was murdered?........oh god please tell me that spilled hawaian punch over there..........the ground looks like spilled jelly on the streets.....i'm on the verge of throwing up....i stop the group outta respect for the dead....now mofo's is booin!!!!!........what the--....why aren't they mourning?.......no sensitivity.....i threaten to jump ship....this was only block 4 and 1 hour done past......now the director wants to shoot this love scene........problem is we are on shakey ground as it is......and now this is gonna go over the top.........without giving the plot away tariq's love intrest is this jennifer love hewitt type jawn (minus the breasts)....now black women are upset...."who's this white bitch?" looks are coming from all angles.....even rev al sharpton is giving us looks......we shot this embrace/kiss scene like 6 times....now i'm infomed that we have to play in front of a commitee of judges who if they give thumbs down it's curtains and bottles......right then and there i quit...i say tell em our speakers are blown......no one seems to give a fuck but me...i'm like we have a rep to uphold and the last thing i want is to get booed by millions in brooklyn in front of the few people who know us..............i will do anything to see white dudes and coffee shop chicks........anything.....the director says not to worry only 6 blocks left.... (that's 2 hours).....once the crowd dwindles down suddenly tariq gets his nerve to try dancehall/calypso things that on the tourbus he would do flawlessly..............i'm friggin pissed......now it's the end of the line..........because of the lack of speakers we couldn't even explain that we were shooting a film..................................so heads thought we was for real.....................i saw blood and membrains splattered all over the streets.........motherfuckers was giving us the apollo finger..........now self doubt creeps in.........if we are so dope.......why can't we move black people?.....why don't all these bet/rachel look-a-like jawns recognize funk in the flesh.........why are they looking like my crew like we are yag-fu-front?.........................i mean we're good right?...........if wyclef was here he'd be crowned king..............i wanna go home...only to face the wrath of a zillion fans.............from seattle and portland........time to die now.....<P><P><P><P><P><BR>"....start your own company??!? your parents don't have enough money to buy you a company!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

check the resume

organix-93
(from the ground up)-94
do you want more?!!???!-95
illadelph halflife-96
things fall apart-99
(the legendary)-99
the roots come alive-99
phrenology-2002
the tipping point-2004
(the roots present...) 2004
homegrown: the beginne