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duckin' evil
I could say that I was born to stunt, like Evil Caneevil
Then again, how the hell could I connect to people
This is grass roots at it's finest

limp and I drag
Root! now I'm Fallin flat
As the pigs walk up through the grass
Gotta vest that'll blast
And soon we'll all be ash
I see em all circle in

attached to them
Pulling the roots by the stem

Gifted this life from a life that has passed
And I'm passing it on
Lines on these poems
Pulling the light

Welcome to GermanLand
Where the grass is green
But the roots
Are messed up
Wasn't always easy but I built the park up
Cost a couple thousand bucks

world, what happened to black towns
Still divided by our race, the hate never ran out
Amerikkka wake up, Amerikkka wake up, Amerikkka wake up
Wake up,

of constellations
Been looking up to heavens faces
I recognize the men of ages
Trying to stir up conversations
To reminisce of my grass roots in my past youth
I've

Standing by the moonless sky, I see the fear in your eyes
Under the rain of eternal soot, I feel the anger in my root

You let Earth turn into coal
You let

pass or through em 
..I don't worry what other grass is doing 
I'm on my way up like hot air balloons

My dawg in the south got the gas boomin
I lit

Before you stab me in the back
Make you a bitch faster
Dig you a ditch after
Under root's
So they cant find you
Im rollin this tree so fat
You know that
I

that simple
I'd blow my brains out by the end of the week
I put a glock in a coma, a little bit too much ganja
That pussy hungrier than Garfield, no

Good Music (Reprise) [Preclude]

The Roots

Organix

1993

to cola roda
Recruiter of refugees, the urbanite objects
Wreck to catch the gravy, grass be the po' baby
That I planted in the long run, dig the rhythmic

have forced me to break that promise for reasons that will become clear. A writer named Bulgakov once said that manuscripts don't burn. By that, I think

thang) are you thinkin' the grass is greener?
Like a nigga just lost his first love, singin' "Have you seen her?"
Tossin' high beams, chasin' pipe dreams

Bad guy but Mama told me I was heaven sent
Young man he a young man he a stoner
Snakes in the grass constrict like a cobra
I make better Rock than

other's skins
Even though she's crying

He thinks about men
His friend guesses what I'm up to
A telephone call is made
A life is torn up by the roots
Tea is

and courage that won't go out

The roots grow and become grass, 
Until they grow into a single tree

With the white clouds, toward the blue sky, 
I shout my

Bass strings and piano keys
By green grass reading poetry
I am the sick the dead I am
Warm body asleep underneath
Excuse me for having a heart

against the rain

Weary eyes witness a change in the grass
Withering fields slowly drowning in volcanic ash
A scorching path cuts through crawling roots

of the grass
Breath blown in your nostrils, then you right back to ash
And we slave a 9-to-5 because we steadily chasing cash
The love of money is the root

disappears now I'm the last one
I'm still green as grass but the roots are old fashioned
The roots underground look the same as above
An equal balance

fucking burgers on a grill right
Just hit me and I swing by hell
I guess just call my cell the zip line
Feel like it was something like my fifth fight

the grass roots
Making it to the grace smooth
The results of my output
Knock most people for a loop
Some people love my attitude
But haters will always be

At the end of the line
I'll remember my roots
And the time I spent watering them
Getting mud on the soles of my boots
And at the end of the line
I'll

up in swat patrol trucks
Riot gear to control us
All we got is us to hold us up
Hyper attentive
24/7 on p's and q's a leading root of hypertension
That