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to work in the thunder 
Producing roots that'll shine in the summer 
Lost out
If I gave up, when I fell down, would I be here?
I wonder 
Wish I knew when

1980

Estelle

Now, Vol. 58 [UK]

2004

back darker
Knowing myself 
Feeling my roots a little bit harder

1980 Year that God made me
89 I started to get by
99 I started to write rhymes

1980

Estelle

The 18th Day...

2004

back darker
Knowing myself 
Feeling my roots a little bit harder

1980 Year that God made me
89 I started to get by
99 I started to write rhymes

curiosity never took flight
I was just a backstage member holding up a spotlight
I met a voice that spoke to me at twenty one
Took me by surprise, I thought

we're heading to di promise land
Know your roots, know where you coming from (brrt, ay)

Look at me, my brother (my brother)
And tell me what you see,

we're heading to di promise land
Know your roots, know where you coming from (brrt, ay)

Look at me, my brother (my brother)
And tell me what you see,

My pilot light has flickered out
You've knocked me off the hook
The person you are trying to reach
Is no longer here
I'm not really tall, dark

and dreadlocks go deep in our roots
(American)
You can't kill me, I'm a child of the King
You can't kill me, I belong to Elohim
(God)
Black is my skin, hands up

trust it 
Your face, like a nut, I'mma bust it
Got a problem with me? Let's discuss it 
Got so much drip my mic is rusted, so much drip my mic is rusted

the root of all evil
Im coming with the knowledge for my little ones growing up
Living rough doing anything to make you tough
This day of age its all about

SALTS

CAMP FIRE
RETIRE NON SMOKERS
BURNING GINSENG
WORD PLAY LIKE A SPELL WORKER
WE BE IN DA ROOTS
TIL THE GROUND WORK UP
SURROUNDED BY HEAT LIKE COAL

replicate
And she can tell when I'm high by the way that I'm speaking
Some of my Homies switched up on me man it left me speechless
I love that pussy so much

to some
Alcohol and bogies. A little bit o’ weed
Feed me. Gimme that. Gimme what I need
It takes a lot o’ fuel to run this rusted out machine
Gimme what I,

Filthy Little Secret

Cradle of Filth

Nymphetamine

2004

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

Grace covers all borders
Your Grace covers all borders
When I talk talk about your grace
They don't understand me but it's ok
You took me from the miry

Warfare

M.O.P.

Body of the Life Force

2000

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about

You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under

Heads up
Alright

Read a book now 
Living on a planet ran by killers, and the crooks now 
If you haven't noticed, here's my line you the snook now 

shoot the breeze 
with the roots and trees 
i'd go by the river 
and watch the way the devil dances 
but never took his hand 
even though i did have

really means.
To live by words, if scripture is roots,
and the wise hold they tongue when the youth speak the truth.
You learn real quick, where I'm from

Mommy a the captian a me team
World class balla prayer warrior indeed
Done know daily a yuh prayers a cover me
Cyan pay yuh back but know me appreciate

Picture this: you and me
In a flat by the city
It might not be all that pretty
But you’ll make up for it
Picture this: me and you
On a sofa made for

look up to us
Like trapeze, they love the way we swing it
It's the Roots inside guaranteed to bring it to these nits
Got individuals expecting residuals

up to the sky
Now skeletons rusted out shells
Water creeps into every crack
Freezes expands and repeats
Till by piece, nothing remains
Not even

pressure from me you
Gave me something unconditional
And scar by scar you brought me home

I've been waiting for forever
So patient we hide beneath