I turn over the yellowish pages The parchment falls apart among my fingers The mysterious prophesy I begin to read Shall I comprehend the message Someone
Learn and pray Watching you from above to dominate Manipulate with this book Caress an abstraction It's only in your mind Useless denial of reality Diabolic existence The root
a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book
shining bright Got my paycheck in my left hand And my crotch in the right Got a half tank of gas And a girl that likes to laugh And she'd rather read a book
White chocolate kisses under the stars Riding on horses Boys with guitars If you really want to get the root of me You don't have to try so hard Give
can sell it [x2] Holla at me in the streets I can sell it [x2] [E-40:] I can sell a flat tire to a bike A left to a right A root beet to a sprite A dick
they find the time to criticize Yeah they don't do nothing themselves They sit their fat ass on the motherfucking shelf They say that money is the root
, put it down (way down, put me up) It's time to share I got enough to go around so when you get yours, put it down.. Behold, a pale emcee Judging like a book
root you been usin thus far aint workin far, take the sceenic Whatever faith you got, put it in a crook, wanna hide somethin from a ***** Put it in the book
'll bust the sun I got the stunky funky illest funk flow For the glamorous scandalous world of radio So how you want? Headcreads or ceelo? I gets root
just love We co-create this pain inside forever Oh please, hu be's, just take a look A life can change from a person story or book You hooked, cause ain
heaven K-Rino the coalition book number seven [Hook:] I am The author of book number seven You unleashed the power of book number seven There is no escape from book
O.K. man, first you make the music, then you get the money, then you get the power OK... I made a million and a half off the book, fuck the tax And
cranny when i moved that book in the library revolving doors. scarub beatlejuice with the contour infected to the root of the nucleus the fool over the
buckin officers on cocaine assignments blastin fine alignments They made to crucify and keep us timeless Dip this image into liquified diamonds Wrote the holy book
a good sober Forget last nights' finer details to look over Why don't you just follow my foot odour? Polluting through the exhaust of this crook, motor the book
green to green, dark green, brown.. Every life is falling down Brown to black, it's coming back Dies to be part of the ground Seed to seedling, root
same year you was born in [Larceny] Listen man, Don't worry how many gats this crook has Just know I stay strapped like book bags Bitch is shook ass