records are straight broke But my language universal they be recitin my quotes While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought, that my man
you got some side plays Tell 'em "naw, it's hard work" (what?), they swear you lyin And then you got to start the case, pleadin and denyin Man you ain
that's called The Roots crew It was me, Qwest Kemal, Hubbard and my man Malik- B, and Rahzel from the NYC Who used ta, scratch and sing, make sounds and
fly Well I'd soar to the sun, then I'd look down at the sea Then I'd sing cause I'd know Yes I'd, sing cause I'd know Sing cause I know I know I'm free
all the youth them That me big 'boutcha under roots and culture And the bad bull in the pen Because when I grip the mic (Yes, man) All MC's they do stop
And a little girl named Corinne Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a
Without the root, you ain't got no tree And without the branches, you ain't got no leaves To understand her is to understand me 'Cause that's how close
the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing Everything is real not just a song that we sing
have a little pig roast Cop copper, it's been a long while Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight,
I know you wanna be a...Warrior [Verse 2] You wanna be a warrior, follow me (I can take you different places) Down to the roots cuz the roots are the
A Warrior (Anybody Killa) You wanna be a warrior? Follow me (I can take you different places) Down to the roots, cause the roots are the tree (
Choppers) You heard what I'm sayin' We livin' in pain and it's a shame That you came and got drained And listen man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) We can sing
me But I'm losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high Gotta link with my B.N.C. It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil I can't knock him
house the house is packed Packed like a baby nine months in the womb Man it was packed like the closet full of Nike's in my room Singin' Oh sweet Lord
house the house is packed Packed like a baby nine months in the womb Man it was packed like the closet full of Nike's in my room Singin' Oh sweet
but man that was in the past see i stopped going to the places where the people act so nasty and pretentious 'cause i'm happy sitting with my friends in sidewalk singing
Animals on TV singing About some pain that they once felt There's no one that I disapprove of More or root for more than myself I wanted to pretend that
don't kill me make me strong Sing my Billie (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song And dig my roots up. . .Congo Square (Dig this man) Sundays was really the