white boy, fuck that How 'bout raise up to this level, the beat devil No regurgitated slop, this ain't rock and hip hop This is day one roots straight
Power we can work together But I guess they rather see wars and scars better Street veterans holding enemy Bandera And then we're caught up in the web
really knew the true definition of precious Till my angel wit the beautiful red locks gave me the message I'm a fully animated life tree See the root
army grim and ravenous Lusting for their blood Nowhere is longer safe The earth moves under our feet The great world tree Yggdrasil Trembles to its roots
Yo, life's web, wants me in debt And tries to collect my breath as ransom In return for my soul's silhouette How deep does shit get? Is it worth the Bentleys
[canibus] I pulverize mc's and blow up mics From street corner cyphers to international web sites I'll run up on you and set it for no reason My flows
grow and roam Their roots were everywhere and everything All dependent on each other for existing Existing as one Whole earth catalogue Existing as one Big happy family Existing as one Web
Gate in the Realm of Aeon Step inside... Solo: The Shunless Stand All of us pretend To be alive and to pass the Eagle's Beak. But everyone is in the web
A web of light divine Screen to block my view Head without control Our tree grown askew Cynical mass and fruitless passions Mouthing the words with time
You call it liberation Making rules to fit your needs You make your own religion Filled politics and greed Your money makes a net A fiery web to hold
us to fall and yield our minds We should be held so high and not looked down upon We are the root of our country, our roots so firm and tranquil When
day Like coins in the mud Ain't much t'this stuff when you look into it No way to see the roots before you chew it The web before you walk into
[Canibus] I pulverize MC's and blow up mics From street corner cyphers to international web sites I'll run up on you and set it for no reason My flows
grin, but nevertheless my mind won't dwell I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
trap, not himself. Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. Let man wear the feel of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. The bird a nest, the spider a web
army grim and ravenous Lusting for their blood Nowhere is longer safe The earth moves under our feet The great world tree Yggorasil Trembles to its roots
at me like another broken glass Getting closer to the edge without emotional attachment. And maybe you don?t see that all of this around you is a simple web