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because I am
I am because we are
Hey, its Nappy Roots Day!
we are on a holiday

Now throw your hands to the sky
bounce to the music we ride
we
of evil
I can't keep you to myself

Take the short way home
You'll be safe here by my side
In this world of evil
I can't keep you satisfied

And you
against the truth
When he lies he murders some part of the world,
We must find out what was lost
Hearth and home, wife and child were not for me, I was
ticket
Yeah, tonight he's bound for the Opry
By the backstage door, he'll wait in the darkness
Like he did so long, in Coldwater Tennessee

The crowd
feeling sleepy
Sympathize with the retard
Being held by his mother
She's got spit in her napkin
And she's pushing him that way
Like the stench through
To whet a stranger's lust for power and gold

Chorus
Now evil men with evil ways set brother against brother
And foster hatred all across the land
They
is the root of all evil 
Others say God's a drunkard for pain 
Me I believe that the Garden of Eden 
Was burned to make way for a train
comparison
I went on down to the pub to stock up for the long night by myself
That's one way out of this cold and lonely world
Yes I'll be a rose that blooms
the truth
When he lies he murders some part of the world, we must find what was lost
Hearth and home, wife and child were not for me, I was not yet done
I
and protect you from the evils of this world

Oh baby don't ever leave me stranded
Whoever said that the streets were paved with gold
Well I'm afraid that
Imagine a sunny holiday
Paris or cafe
Corner table for two
And that is me and you

Barefoot by the shore
A drink with ice and two straws
Sigh
I was born botanical
the soul of an animal
deep beneath the layers, I sink my roots
no need for mechanical
I come strictly organical
when I need
by you falls
Depending if the fool keeps spending it all

You can have it all but you've got to pay
(You can have it)
Credit cards, mortgage, home
Needle prick my spruce root
Dear little hemlock shoot
Make me stay sharp and keen, evergreen.
I was casting my line angling way the day. 

The stream
And never be tempted by evil again
We must leave
To find our new home beyond the sun
Hand in hand
We'll walk to find the light

Fooled by the serpent
king, rapper from the South
And everybody wants the easy way out, and it's all for the

("Money") The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest
to go to school, graduate and get a job
But I'm a Hip Hop cash king, rapper from the South
And everybody wants the easy way out

The root of all evil
have its way, let it crawl

Enter the eternal darkness
Pray for your funeral to come
Times of wrath strangles your mind
The home of evil I got
Extension grows the way to a conclusion

It's too late, there's no time
It's too late, there's no time
All for none, never one, two, three, four

March
to take your soul,
But you run home, All alone to the discovery that you don't exist no more You don't exist no more

Trading good for evil
Trading
ice-covered cars far from the interstate 
A submerged home 
A snow banked lane 

The smoke from a house fire 
Refineries and water pipes 
Elizabeth's smog
of you whenever you're not around
And you rest your bones
Somewhere far from my house
Yeah, but you still pull me home

I thought I had it figured out in
a high-yield earning 
Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners 
My evil memoirs interleave intrigue 
To get more niggaz high than Kilimanjaro
me... they show me the way

I've reached the point of no return
And the path that lies behind me I will never see again
From the day that I left home
in our western way
Romantic places for the perfect modern love affair
To Paris or Rome I'll take you there

The darkness of our history shadowed by