Search results for movement by rusted root

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luck
Resignate

This power has no roots to guide, no role
Trust me, rusted minds refuse to go
Unwillingness, it's meaningless
To walk away in vain
my luck 
Resignate 

This power has no roots to guide, no role 
Trust me, rusted minds refuse to go 
Unwillingness, it's meaningless 
To walk
The seabirds watch and wait
For movement of a certain kind
Down on their dinner plate

Where children played a flower lays
Pulled and torn up by its roots
You know its our music by the movement it makes

The crowd that it draws
The yearning you get
To prove what it takes

Move
Throw your body
(Dan Colehour/Scooter Carusoe)

Old white washed barn doors
Rain rusted tin
Straw packed shirt and blue jeans
Hangin' in the wind
There's never time
long have these emotions
Like potions, made me
A sole castellan
Trusted to keep
The weight of oceans
From her rusted gates of sleep

A dreaming
won't last
We are showing that the roots run deep
And the hope won't cease 'cause everyday we believe

We will, hold on and hold out, put it together
A flower lays
Pulled and torn up by its roots
And where it stood the empty space
Just
won't last
We are showing that the roots run deep
And the hope won't cease 'cause everyday we believe

We will, hold on and hold out, put it together
Mother
Close to your roots 
There before
Nurtred by the earth
Heavens you explore
Anyway, you lucky
You not here no more
My mind is sore
So much
roots
This is our only chance if we are to stay human

We must not allow the cybernauts to take our place
By killing the commander in chief and his
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
raised to the attic and my tone is emphatic
Feel the movement, it's fluid like sand in the hour glass
How could I stand to let even a single hour pass
all over my face
Put your breaks on stop the motion
Robotic movements, rusted by the rain of my Father
Splashin' water out of gates
Flood
every house and every basement
Hustlers on street corners live by a beat that's constantly changin'
The one thing stays basic, nappy roots ain't nothin'
lookin' clueless to the roots of this proven movement, 300 and 60 degress of complete me, when you see these believe the meaning in 3D, full contact with
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved.  Vanglorious!  This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
feat. Cage, CamuTao

[El-P] (official)
Yo, I touch with rusted clutch, then spun out of the dust
and careen into the temples of automated
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root
Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof?
Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go
in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues, and daishikis
Somewhere in between N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm black like Steve Biko
Raised in the ghetto by the people
Fuck
animatronics pager buttons rusted in
the on position triggered metal detectors at the door
This is for the single maternal figures beaten to the floor
hands, and
Instead they give a hand held
And make you shoulder life's burden by your damn self
One thing that can't be debated
Power never changed
Other sides get more peeled hit by street teams 

Big paybacks and police beatings 

I can't replace my home with peacefull silence 

But my roots
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin