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to their roots

The drinks, the jokes, the faces and the music
Already just a fading memory
Become parables and conversations
To fill the silence of our

your roots
Of where you coming from by teaching your youths
You gotta wake them up don’t let them sleep up on you
Even if you're mad tired, see I plan

who listen to mass murdering breeders 
Over the speakers 
We comin n clearer 
We start with the muthafucka in the mirror 
Taking it day by day.. 
They

same project buildings by the Lots, that pain ain't never stop
I'm chillin' with my brothers feelin' good
We got the same goals, we tryna make it out

by the ocean and a penthouse
Yea I made some money off this music but I'm really trying to touch a milli now
Yeah I popped a few bottles
Fucked a bad

to live a life we hate
They made us slaves to belonging so we can't walk away
The root of evil all invented by man
They say you need all this stuff, it's

Northern roots endeavored way down south
Hit the heights universally
Acquired taste acquired lifestyle
Cryptic type inquiries
Surrounded by the temp

La la la la la la la
I go by Da Killa KC
Yeah
Let me get back to my muh' fucking roots
What the fuck I sound like
Something like the truth
Bitch, you

other plans
Had no idea where music could take me, but now my friends are also my fans
I was born and raised in the boondocks, king of the small town
I

I'm in the cathedral with the spire
And the loving kindness
I'm playing the music
That takes away tumors
The ratio of Pythagoras
Give me shelter in

In Memory of...

Max Cavalera

Primitive [Bonus Tracks]

2000

Can't you tell by the pain in my eyes 
That with this music I will bring my dream to life. 
Stressed the F out, losin' my mind, 
I wanna blow up right

In the Memory of....

Soulfly

Primitive [Import Bonus Tracks]

2000

Can't you tell by the pain in my eyes 
That with this music I will bring my dream to life. 
Stressed the F out, losin' my mind, 
I wanna blow up right

In Memory of...

Soulfly

Primitive

2000

Can't you tell by the pain in my eyes 
That with this music I will bring my dream to life. 
Stressed the F out, losin' my mind, 
I wanna blow up right

design, in my own clothing line 
By the name of Birdgang feeling free as a bird mane 
One hundred percent, fifty-fifty, dry-fit, ringspun, tri-blend
Aw Naw

Easter-Famale voice written by Simmy Makhijani
-Chorus’ based on old world prayers






Seed and root, bud and stem
Spear to cauldron, lance

to say what's up

Got the bag and so did you kid
I'm proud of you kid
I know that you been growing
Don't forget about your roots here
If you been wronged

goodbyes
Started from a righteous path
Prayed on bloodied knees
Soft breeze lully you to sleep
Every step we took
No regrets to look back on
Too scorned by

like he says in his songs He's still first place
Fin to this run shit summer by summer
He feel like Mase
Back in ninety eight, take what's yours,

don't mean shit to us
I'm rolling up with the truest
That's me myself and the music
I grew my roots in this loop
Come grab the belt if you're stupid
You

a smile on my face
And the tricks of the ward
By moving my hips

Come in straight spitting facts
When I rap
Through my nicotine
Stained teeth
Run it back

and the wind by my side
Bones feel the heat and my lips taste music
Tongue on another's when the dreaming is lucid
I like floating upon cloud 9
But peaceful is

HaYashan Yitchadesh  
Music and English Lyrics by Beth Schafer  Novermber, 2017 
Hebrew text by Rabbi Abraham Isaac Kook

Beth Schafer: acoustic

a clear view where I've been, where I ain't tryna go
Going off-road, four by four

Lock it in, make my own fuckin' path
And I'ma smash you hoes
Now let's go

of the blockage too
Sky is so bright, just drown in the blue
So high like bamboo
More than you imagined, something you never knew
I love it when she's by my side