Vārdi:
Roots The Singer Man

thing The man, the music that making a king I'm simply building my Ming A million men marchin' like condom [unverified] I'm the King Kong, my verse making the world sing

1, 2, you know what to do Alright, come on I'm uptight super gathered Out of the frame I shake a leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery man I'm

I'ma be me, aight? Cause I'm a man, now check it "I love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -- KRS-One Common! (repeat 3X) *singing

the past, we've got to save... [chorus] ... is the only place on earth It's hard to imagine what future will bring Let freedom prevail and our children sing Back to our roots

you gotta loose your attitude Invite your girls over let 'em meet my man murder We smoke, talk, get acquainted It's get low so you know you gotta sing

let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!') 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!') Raah! A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man

you got some side plays Tell 'em "naw, it's hard work" (what?), they swear you lyin And then you got to start the case, pleadin and denyin Man you ain

[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

all the youth them That me big 'boutcha under roots and culture And the bad bull in the pen Because when I grip the mic (Yes, man) All MC's they do stop