alarmed I'm coming home. I wonder which brother is better Which one our parents love the most. I sure did get in lots of trouble, they seem to let the other
I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents' house. And though I didn't know it then, I soon was finding out. You are the roots that
When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness She is standing right
Oh, why you look so sad? Tears are in your eyes Come on and come to me now Don't be ashamed to cry Let me see you through 'cause I've seen the dark side
How can you say that you're not responsible? What does it have to do with me? What is my reaction, what should it be? Confronted by this latest atrocity
[Fish Scales] yeah [R. Prophit] Awwwww [Fish Scales] Wassup [R. Prophit] yes'sa [Fish Scales] You know dat [R. Prophit] Nappy Roots and Game Point [Fish
Hey...stay...nappy roots....yeah...hey.. Now if the world was my oyster Baby girl everyday could be red lobster And you would be draped in pearls But
gotta have Roots before branches To know who I am Before I know Who I wanna be And faith To take chances To live like I see A place in this world I gotta have Roots
(feat. Talib Kweli) [Chorus: Black Thought {Talib Kweli}] A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up Pump that! {Shit up} Pump that! {Shit up} When
[Black Thought] Hit the flo' ah, cuz it's bout to blow ah C'mon, hit the flo' ah, it's bout to blow ah Hit the flo' ah, it's about to blow ah Hit the
] Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire My vocal's a passport that never expire Crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire Screamin out "The Roots" while
would freeze whatever it would take, to set my heart at ease well later on it got so complicated that little rock became the roots of hatred, roots of hatred, roots
if ya got a pussy Shake your ass like your ready to sing Something muy high Something muy low When me ready limo then they follow me home like a Roots
Tome el 60 autobus, afuera de Los Angeles Ben Sandoval me estaba esperando All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers Estaban en la esquina pidiendo
I know that looks is so deciecing oh but thats my love hurts is so revealing shes a stranger to my eyes no fancy make up, no disguise yet she please
Tricky: Here we go again so tricky going flow again Those chicken cluckers is fakin' pumpin' others Others breed to sons and deform carnage Disorder
roll me, cushions can ride, Ships on the ocean, planes in the skies, Storms they can come and floodwaters, rise, But I've got to get to Boston, Root
