these stacks see not snot b fletch oyu understand me few leaves left hte solo tree standen so just as quick as the wind blew they went to mental deep my roots
Verse Three: Ras Kass] I spit from the genitals bitch, leave 'em masculine skinch Got niggaz panackin, petro and penanican flinch Grew a mechanical inch the root
swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume
[Power of calling] He sat below it and listen in, Listen in to all what it told ...And at the time come that unknown Come from nowhere and behind no
Will we turn our face to the Son? Get back to the root of it all Jesus is calling us to the love of a Father Get back to the root of it all Jesus is
Ever see the tree, ever feel yourself Wrapped around the wind Let go of your desire Desire will suffer in the send suffer the will, will of the child
with all of government and Yes, this will get crazy and blow (Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb) Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn Blastin' out your stereos or your headphones The roots
venom, and if you roll with 'em We gonna fuck you up with 'em I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM
place The crowd accumulates when he's tunin? the bass The fiddle and guitar are removed from the case You know it?s Kenny O when it booms and shakes
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me That's the way it is, when ya gotta be Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my
shall, proceed And continue to rock the mic I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon Break a lyrical hymn of the stem like boom I'm flyer
my vocabulary The Roots, the one to call your ultra adversary Now you're all desert 'cause I'ma serve ya like a tray To meet your doom, Malik's the boom
I blast on your ass to - wait see Chase me and see if you catch the circular knot Style buckwild the acoustic boom Square Root of Black Thought broadcast
have to sit in the pen So I go back to the philosopher 1993, hip-hop is uhh, wack Go back, check the facts 1994, return of the Boom Bap It wasn't all
into it You can do it, put your back into it I can do it, put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it Tic-tic-boom, hear me banging
Ah, love is love honey, yeah Digi, Digi, bong, bong, bangin? you long Whop, pop, who pop, then bang bang boom Shabobalee, shabizzy Good night, here's