cannot see I know it's time to lay it down Get back to the start of it all 'Cause all I know Get back to the root of it all Jesus is calling us to
re on Let it rain, let it pour When all is said and all is done Will we turn our face to the Son? Get back to the root of it all Jesus is calling us
Cause you don't know Where you're running to Don't know what you're gonna do You wait You wait Don't throw it all away Don't throw it all away And you
: There have been many tales Tainted by truth twisted by time? Some choose to forget Yet it still Weaves webs in their minds? And it seems like she
me But were always threatened by some Invisible blood line that only you could see You took advantage of an outreached hand And twisted it to meet
Ooh baby I'm twisted Ooh baby I'm twisted Ooh baby I'm twisted Like the roots of a tree You got into me Like the roots of a tree You got into me Baby
The terms - the garbage they injected Make it hard to digest it The pork on your fork create a corpse The chicken they bring from the kitchen Prepared by
listen Razah Priest and Obadiah A new dimension choose your henchmen It's crucial business salute attention to the roots and lineage [Chorus x2] [Hell Razah:] We surrounded by
: Into a great tree a small worm did go It wormed its way inwards and soon it did grow The tree was unhappy but what could it do? It stood there in silence
come on, do you hear me baby (hear me baby) Uh, uh, uh, Navy Seals y'all, Refugee Camp what, what You better stop it, punk, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure. All wholsom
Listen you was thirty-two I was only nine But I've learned so much with so little time Now I'm surrounded by the best of my kind We put it all together
it right anew Like a story or a song Sleeping till it will be sung Our future lies unfolded Let's forget it when we've done us wrong After all you'
dumb tacks The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll Soul edged blade controls your inner pole The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root
: Lyrics by: David Pack, Cliff Downs Everybody read about it You can find it in the checkout line They say I got husbands a-leavin', boyfriends a-callin
the trees A smoke signal, shifting in the breeze Some folks think it's make believe Other folks ain't so naive About a smoke signal, could see it coming
it all, all falls down Telling you all, it all falls down Children eat your bread Little children eat your bread 'Cuz it all, all falls down Telling you all, it
jellyfish float by Morning Mr. Magpie You got some nerve coming here You got some nerve coming here You stole it all Give it back You stole it all Give it