Yes sir Nappy roots Well I gotta go Aww alright I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within It's lonesome
style, throw it down and say it's tired Write a next one, smokin a blunt on the rooftop And runnin with the sneakers or aiyyo hightops Thanks to the dread for the roots
monkeys Never drink good soup So drink the water from your own stream Before you loose your roots your roots, your roots Shala-wala walab
corroborate from dog star lair But in her room at night, I care not for the underworld Slathering and gathering emboldened Reich's To breach, to teach a dread
and P.E. I'm black like Steve Biko Raised in the ghetto by the people Fuck the police you know how we do Ayo, my life is like Roots it's a true story
fading light The eyes of the beholder stares empty, silent and cold For the deeds of the dark ones are fearful to behold With liftened dreadful swords
Angrboda beared her name justly With Lauvous son she breeded dread, hate and death a cry of warning in the dark the mountain's roots, bear tendons Woman
in this night In the darkest of hours I feel a cold wind that tells Of a storm front drawing near It speaks of greed and of hunger Of envy and dread
the old fear in the blood But when, at last, I stood beneath a steep hillside Which closed that valley's wandering maze Whose dread had pierced me to the heart root
possessed with panic Terrorized now you?re neurotically seized with frigth On the brink of a coma Overcome with fear And dread you withdraw into silence
air Easing your bleeding hands Madness Madness Crying tears of pain Dying in the end Rescue me Rescue me What has become of our love Deep rooted Feeding
floor up and every thing's black But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack Bucktown, I represent it on the love, love Deeply rooted
to be built, mack 10's bought Or even caught for them deceased ass hustlers And we still got the pound for ya living muthafuckas What goes around comes back to the roots
gavel and the laws of man Still livin' in the palm on the grace of your hand World's not easy the blind man said Turns on nothin' but money and dread
gavel and the laws of man Still living in the palm of the grace of your hand The worlds not easy the blind man said Turns on nothing but money and dread
about somethin' 'cause u ain't talkin' I don't hear ya yappin' 'cause u ain't talkin' bout nothin' A video with j, bitch u ain't said nothin' Ol' nappy rooted
the glass eye of your action cam, cause I'm down low Artistic exquisite rap pro, that get the dough It's the Philly borough dread thoroughbread for dolo