Lyrics:
God knows
and I know God personally
in fact she lets me call her me
in fact she lets me call her me
Chorus (x6)
I can recite the grass on the hill
though, the nicest be the humblest ones
Straight shooter when it's time to pull out, never fumble the gun
Entrepreneurs from the grass roots we juggle a ton
to whichever vixen listen
The skin rash, the schism, a million rash decisions
In truth, he had a capital T terrible 2 days
That chewed his plumage to the root
of sickle, grant me grace
Because the grass
I let grow
Lacks roots deep enough to stay
Lust by the spoonful
Lust by the spoonful
Lust by the spoonful
Should be
cause practise makes perfect
Stop burying your lies and bring the truth to the surface
Money is the root to all evil, that cash rule
Will have you out
at least it better be
At least it better be, please
Look out at that old oak where carved our initials
That tree has aged and met its end
Grass and roots
at you, catch you lackin
Came up out some grass roots, so guaranteed to stay the same in Louis V or track suits
Facts, truth
Fact or fiction
When i'm
envy you and you envy me
A toast to us both, may the grass stay green
I can't miss a thing, freeze on three
Every story it is told by the luck and key
Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes
Devolved into mothmen munching textiles
Punisher, out past go-time
Back 10 fried worms chubbier
Brown grass
There's a secret picnic spot
A place for us to greet
To stretch out our feet
If we go there now
With blanket and basket
Lay down in the tall grass
her down, talking her down under your breath
Making a mess, see she is happy you want to break it
Doo-doo-doo we're on to you
Your phony roots
than my bark
And fuck it, payback is a bitch
Know exactly where I'm from
Even though I'm plenty rich
Got my feet firmly planted
Grass roots up in here
we'll send in the troops
Hittin foreign ground with more boots
Time to dig deeper into our grass roots
A real movement to shake up spineless elected suits
There’s a marvelous spot in my garden for you,
Where the lilies will dance in the breeze
And the sun travels down to the root of it all
As the birds
shoot the breeze with the roots of trees.
Or go down by the river, watch the way the devil danced,
But never took his hand even though I did have
culture went out
Wake up all you teachers tired
Of teaching and wait grass roots
Pass truth into the ears of black youths
Watch me talk the talk and
Walk
the seed to sow
We're just waitin' on the crops to grow
Day by day it just gets sweeter
Plantin' roots that just grow deeper
Takin' our own sweet time
Farmer lover boy trying to find my voice
Farmer unemployed, Farmer by my choice
Karma on them boys, not trying to destroy
Not about the coin,
as the heavens be?
See I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs
Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law
Generation X, will I ever
Anno Domini, Caspa Clark, Wu-Tang, Jet Blue Shit
You like a snake in the grass that strikes the bite
Dangerous mind that poison the waters
Walls up
I was brought up by snakes, taught me to survive in the grass
Use one eye to watch your friend the other watch your ass
Let no man be excused from
necessary now
Corruption in the system
A grass roots insurrection
Could bring them down
Will bring them down
Rock and roll around my head
Alive
chubbier
Brown grass both sides canned food
Manmade tools
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof
I be that schizo' motherfucker
Walking with a shovel
Keep the bodies covered
Lurking with my brothers
Killers by the hundred
Bleed out my fucking
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