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Tryna change the world how I can
This journeys on my terms I know how I am
Yeah
The demons been eroding at my mind recently
The grass is greener

your body, drying you drop by drop.

You're giving full body weight to the earth, immersing in it slowly and softly. 

The grass is massaging your back

been through
5-7 people in the venue 
Only had a dollar for the menu 
Started from the roots had the merch in the trunk like a branch 
Now the fruit

and look for a successful personality and duplicate him
Like, they always copy mannerisms, but they never start from the very root of his being
And that is:

gonna stop them by talkin' doody
We gotta put People in the streets
We gotta keep this Rebellion going
This is not no time to slow down
This the time

Fed Up

Bounty Killer

My Xperience

1996

everyday the ghetto youths dead up

[Verse 1]
Mi ask the leader
Him a di arranger
Fi mek poor people surround by danger
Fly an the roach an giant

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

I'm just tryna play on the grass
My knees are achin' and my ankles are throbbin'
Pop an ibuprofen just to keep me from sobbin'
Stop Asian hate, I'm

to wide for it to be dumbed down
Soul to the roots is obsolete with that mindset
Crime fest of the ones around with pure passion
Soul below the roots for

Just Rhymin' with Biz

Big Daddy Kane

Pass the Mic: The Posse Album

1996

start to motor
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm

Just Rhymin' with Biz

Big Daddy Kane

Long Live the Kane

1988

Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm a good floater

My lineage built by design
By carbon hands of divine (Warriors)
Who laid their lives on the line
For all my people to do all this
Coonery

a tongue of your mistakes
You a lone wolf father left abandoned by a king
Even the Rubber Maid herself, couldn't retrieve you from the bin
But that's that

Rumble in the Jungle

Fugees

When We Were Kings

1997

(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch

Money m-o-n-e-y (money)
Money m-o-n-e-y (money)

M-o-n-e-y, what you need to just get by
Money, honey, ain't it funny?
Money, people wanna die

this shit you came from battle rap
So where the fuck was you when
We was buildin' this shit?
How you the king of it but don't do
Nothin' for it? I don't

to
Stay the label and management then
Decided to build our
Band up the grass-roots route they put Hayley
On Fueled by Ramen not making
It known she was

but I provided all the deets
Who you know worth $50 million still rapping on breakbeats?
From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots, and many more

and trust
But I don't need you
You are light years away from God
I know you need help but
I can't move on so I
Gotta stick to my roots yeah
People have tried

comfort from above

By The blood of the lamb 
Sins been forgiven
I repented 
Baptized in the name of Jesus 
Now I'm filled with his spirit 
 A Living

baby
We're creating that love
We're drawing on endless papers
We're writing poems on pages
From the sky to the roots of trees
We're dancing in all

with rakes
Hit the gas go fast, make it past With no brakes!
Stack up that dough & green Way up to the ceilings!
Money is king! Gotta get it by Many

for the drive, and dedication
All bars from God, the creator, I'm the creation
They designed by computers, I can see it in animation
To the top we going

King shit only when you speak to me
Your lifeline is just a week to me
You talking strong but you weak to me
Grass in the field when I’m stomping