Got to survive in the ghetto Got to survive People .... Roots Natty roots Dread Binghi dread I and I are the roots Roots Natty Dread Binghi I and I are the roots
Play I some music: (dis a) reggae music! Play I some music: (dis a) reggae music! Roots, rock, reggae: dis a reggae music! Roots, rock, reggae: dis a
Yeah! that all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash, head of the class,
wonder why we act this way, Nappy Boys gon' be okay All my life been po' but it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Roots
[Verse 1: Black Thought] Knocked up 9 months ago And what she finna have she don't know She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old She don't want no rock-
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
the road I travel How can I forget my roots? How can I? How can I forget my roots, how can I? My roots, my roots, my roots, my roots My roots I?ll never
do was fuck and cum Top of the hill take a breath from her lungs Country boys been over seas Toppin' it off, London, Germany (Nappy Roots, Ying Yang we
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 sleep
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 sleep
[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli] (I will not apologize) I will not apologize (I will not apologize) I will not apologize This is for all of my peoples
the 2-1-5th They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend And everybody who forgot then baby tell em again It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat The Roots
I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head
Look, my squad half-Mandrill, half-Mandela My band 'bout seventy strong just like Fela Yeah, part Melle-Mel, part Van Halen And we represent Illadel,
Monday they predict the storm Tuesday they predict the bang Wednesday they cover the crash And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to
she snuck in from outside And got, everybody gassed like the car I drive With all that grown lady ass and my far out vibe She said she came to see them Roots
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, yesterday I saw a B-girl crying I walked up and asked what's wrong She told me that the radio's been playing the same
Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Every anywhere, heights
