Blackie / Big Boss RodA¤xx, oh RodA¤xx, You mustnA't fight with Dygon ! HeA'll laugh at your sword, HeA'll crush you with his claws. My advice seems
for Gods sake Gimme the readys Gimme the cash Gimme a bullet Gimme a smash Gimme a silver gimme a gold Make it a million for when I get old Art for
Money for Gods sake Gimme the readys Gimme the cash Gimme a bullet Gimme a smash Gimme a silver gimme a gold Make it a million for when I get old Art
Kee] All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let 'em spin on them haters, man And all the players
[Talib Kweli] Yo Dee (What?) Come on (Yeah..) What? What? Come on (Yeah) "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis I agreed, know what
A quite unusual thing Yes it's a mutual thing Cos it's the root of all things, and we aims to be The venomist, instrumentalist, syllabal-mystic man traveller
roof is on fire, We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn, Burn motherfucker burn. Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy, I'm not old
a fence Protesters gettin' restless without an exit They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old
In a church on Sunday morn CHORUS: They say I'm the root of all evil I bring lust, power and greed But this Workin' Man's Dollar only buys the things A workin' man
(feat. Mic Boyd) [Intro:] [Classified:] Man, remember tape cassettes? [Mic Boyd:] Tape cassettes? ! [Classified:] I remember goin into record stores
never got to choose Three days later when I awoke, My dust filled lungs could hardly cope Realised I was not alone I was in the old car park man'
myriad of light, Our faerie music is heard through the night. We who are old yet fair of face, Thousands of years this world did grace, But modern man
never get back I'ma root, root, root for my home team Cause we always win and it's a shame That it's one, two, three strikes for you At the old ballgame
[Intro: Jr. Gong] Morning to you man Morning to you love Hey, I say I say [Chorus 2x] Africa must wake up The sleeping sons of Jacob For what tomorrow
far you would fall off Now the Earth is round if the shape change again everybody woulda start laugh The average man can't prove of most of the things
ain't nuthin' but a double cross) (Once we lose our audience we never gon' get them back) (He may even try to change our sound) [POS:] Let no man put
with niggas that's D.R. O.C. hold it down like I'm drowning a man Home run hitting chicks grand slamming 'em man Yes, we're internationally known To
planet Earth talk that hard bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth... No question, it's all about the D - O - E. So if money is the root I want the