: I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents' house. And though I didn't know it then, I soon was finding out. You are the roots that
: Play I some music, this a reggae music (repeat) Roots Rock Reggae, this a reggae music (repeat) Hey mister music, sure sounds good to me I can't refuse
, yes he knows I ain't wrong Read me on rights and me know me are wrong Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song Called roots of creation I am living
: Tricky: Here we go again so tricky going flow again Those chicken cluckers is fakin' pumpin' others Others breed to sons and deform carnage Disorder
: (feat. Talib Kweli) [Chorus: Black Thought {Talib Kweli}] A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up Pump that! {Shit up} Pump that! {Shit up} When
: [Black Thought] Hit the flo' ah, cuz it's bout to blow ah C'mon, hit the flo' ah, it's bout to blow ah Hit the flo' ah, it's about to blow ah Hit the
Yo my definition is a lyricist for hire My vocal's a passport that never expire Crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire Screamin out "The Roots" while
would freeze whatever it would take, to set my heart at ease well later on it got so complicated that little rock became the roots of hatred, roots of hatred, roots
: Tome el 60 autobus, afuera de Los Angeles Ben Sandoval me estaba esperando All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers Estaban en la esquina pidiendo
: I know that looks is so deciecing oh but thats my love hurts is so revealing shes a stranger to my eyes no fancy make up, no disguise yet she please
