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Roots with Quality: Best of Tabou1, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Roots with Quality [Brilliant Box] (Niney the Observer) · Roots with Quality (Niney the Observer) · Third World Child (Johnny Clegg) · Third World Child (Johnny Clegg) · Third World (Third World) · Third World Posse (Sepultura) · 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Third World (Third World) · The Best of Third World (Third World) · Forever Gold: Third World-Live in Montreux (Third World) – and 90 other albums »


and poverty
By keeping the pressure on the innocent ones
Continually, this can't go on

Third world people
I'n'I remember where ya' comin' from
Bona fide, dis
Johnny's playroom
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
Smoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching
Johnny's playroom
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
Smoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching
world loss of purity
Pollution, contamination with durability
Fucked up food and fucked up water
Chemicals, by-products impossible to alter
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
A new world order created by the government
An unimaginable force of their mindless soldiers
Their primary objective has now been put in place
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
its second day

In his image this voice made a man
And a woman to love each other
They became the rulers of the world
And the third day was their
black Explorer with the Eddie Bauer 
XL el reefer puffer sells 
My name ring bells and my vocal tracks the third wails 
Dwell stale mad plus I make now
quality
A prayer for you and me

If we can keep the candles burnin'
To shelter them from pain, 
Oh let them laugh again,
Shower the world
With their
masturbatory amusement.
Nothing like paying for a four thousand
Dollar boob job on a third world slut
And have it ravaged by albino tigers.
While having
suddenly gone mad 

You've got all the qualities of Peter Pan 
I'd look far before I'd find a sweeter pan 

I love your funny face 
Your sunny, funny
describe your divisions, anatomical derision
Lobster head and lobster feet
On arriving with a third language
Tucked into your brief case, next to your
to have the world on a string
Chorus
Roots run deep 
And you ran faster than the wind
Roots run deep
I still feel all the love you send
Chorus
I turn
And I'm gonna get free
Don't graze nothing but quality grass
Don't breathe when the hearse goes past
Houston, Tulsa, and Saint Lou-ass
Took the third
When worlds collide, the best of us
Won't be here with the rest of us
They'll drop before the paint has dried
When worlds collide, when worlds
suddenly gone mad 

You've got all the qualities of Peter Pan 
I'd look far before I'd find a sweeter pan 

I love your funny face 
Your sunny, funny
She walks in, we all applaud
A candle can't be held by Shena
With her gold dress and black roots and tattoo of God
She's the next best thing to Athena
commitment to quality
Effectively enhancing corporate synergy
Transitioning our company
By awareness of functionality
Promoting viability
Providing our supply
and someone to strafe you
My mental's compatible with the radicals
My oddessey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals
Niggas is canibals
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made a day of enchantment and the living waters

And the third was many-colored
And she colored the Earth
And she made a day of joy
With the scarlet
a gold nigga with a hairline trigger
Each root your name the reputation get bigger
For the love of the Money, pussy, drugs
Fools change and get all
this ital, vital world roots recital
We don't follow fashion, nor fad, not at all
See me to town come fe nice up the ball
'long side the holy ghost,
that her roots were in the old reservation
But she had stars in her eyes and graeter expectations
No rings on her fingers no bells on het toes
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