Songtexte:
Roots The Criminal

the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal Yeah, it is what it is and that's how it go Get treated like a criminal if crime is all you

the grass And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal [Black Thought:] Look, it is what

grass And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal [Black Thought:] Look, it is what it

children we're heading to di promise land know your roots know where you coming from children we're heading to di promise land know your roots know where

[Chorus:] Look at the things we done Oh my my my (The burns) We live life dangerous... (The black the cowards) Just dry your eyes (The villains the criminals

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

the Paper written kids be bullshittin' I see they flaws Too many rebels not enough cause for me to pause (Haha) Them broads love my shitty drawers the finest Criminal

Welcome to misery punk, we deep rooted in this You know what I'm sayin' KCMO, KCK, you know what I'm sayin' That's how we do it, Tech N9ne in this place

yours. He stay reppin' the game like Lou Rawls The super MF villain, feelin' like two balls, For the microphone, he joins like two falls. (?) Well we'll see after these criminals