a million dollars in my hand It's the silence of the lamb, go and cop another gram And twist with your zanny, work your set, work it down What's your
[Black Thought] The name of the brother to blame It's quite plain, it's not the rain But a brother who don't claim or aim to be a preacher or ordained
outside And got everybody gassed like the car I drive With all that grown lady ass and my for rap vibe She said she came to see them roots boy fallout
The son won't face the father The gun won't erase the drama While you're waitin' the time's up
Tuesday they predict the bad Wednesday they cover the grass And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me
hopes an now I'm left with Nervous conditions, addictions, in addition To prisons that mixed in to the wrong crowd, My life is on a flight that going down
course is something that's hard to describe I'm half dead never felt more alive Reborn removed the gold coins from my eyes I've been down but now I'm
slower Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma (And got right back) at it with a little black 'matic Lay you down craft-matic
(feat. Talib Kweli) [Chorus x2] It's the lump in your heart Or the pain in your mind No one cares what the truth is Cause a fortress built on lies [
that? The crown ruler is back He congruent to the shape of a mack Look how I do it yo I'm takin you back This how you rise down to the foundation how
lights flash to a blur Speed work through the earth make your motor go scurrr Tonight at noon watch a bad moon rising Identities in crisis and conflict
(feat. Porn, Truck North) [Chorus: Dice Raw] Days are living fast, moves in misery, You got a song you wanna sing for me, Sing a song, singing man,
[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew [Verse 1] Big respect
Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma (And got right back) at it with a little black 'matic Lay you down craft-matic, then I
million dollars in my hand It's the silence of the lamb, go and cop another gram And twist with your zanny, work your set, work it down What's your net
Somethin' that's hard to describe I'm half-dead, never felt more alive Reborn, remove the gold coins from my eyes I've been down but now I'm back up
predict the storm Tuesday they predict the bang Wednesday they cover the crash And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my
she snuck in from outside And got, everybody gassed like the car I drive With all that grown lady ass and my far out vibe She said she came to see them Roots
