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alarm, Rasta coming strong
We make a move against Babylon
Consciousness inna we land


We affi bring down Babylon structure
And then rebuild it from roots

the nation

I made this song when struggling people
Was faced with more struggling
1% was bubbling
But rebel music coveted

Meant we was making sense
That we

and you're the water
Seeping through me and it's making me stronger
You're making me strong
And I like the way I can still sleep with you by my side
Middle

Ain't that how it goes pride cometh before the fall
Well no one ever tells you that envy's the root of it all
Truth is you'd be appalled with how a story

that I wasted all my better years
Now I'm getting clean and all my worries start to disappear
Making music like it's pedal to the metal
26 weeks and I

different level a whole different plane
She dig it like shovels whenever I sang
While she tryna get to the root of the problem
I'm tryna get to the part where

rhythms.

The second part of the song (inspired in the traditional song Liboria) words and music by Julio zelaya.
Describes the way of life and thinking

This for the ones who moving crime to life
Doing drive-by shootings gon lose his nine lives tonight
This for the ones who choose to grind and fight

roots
Illuminated by the Midnight Moon
The earth
The fire burns
The air, it turns
The water into waves
We move in unison
To the music within
To set our

We sparking these ideas up from nothing
That's all we had
Not literally nothing but nothing to brag about
Infatuated by the flashy shit
The fastest

rap? You produce?
It's the truth and the fruit
What's the root? Life in review
Couldn't stay back when the world's in view
Been hibernating, for a while

shorty in the stall at the mall
I make music you can vibe to (Vibe to)
Something you can put on in the car and you can ride to
Told her where I'm going

And see if they can decode our melody

In our brain
Why we do what we do
Try to dig up the roots we don't really have a clue
When it comes to evolution

don't matter how they play
There are no rules to these games
And it don't matter how they try
Life's so hard to get by
Ya can't sweep me off my feet

of presence

Hold on wait a minute
The root of a problem
Is the problems that don't get uprooted
I'm an underground artist
Grounding my work for years intuned

I'm sorry if I disappoint you (Please)
I can't do it by myself (Please)
Please pray for yah boii man I'm drowning
Too many broken promises here lately

cape
Sunshine but always get caught in the rain
I need some ice so I'm needing a jeweler
Negative thoughts 'bout my music, I proof 'em wrong
She spoiled

three bibles
And my mama that's my one and only idol
Money root to all evil and I'm on the road to hell
Tryna feed the family with that manna and that

I'm on the blue list
But if your cracking any white jokes laughing
Wanting a reaction I'm gassing you might cool it
I'm inspired by Joyner Lucas

you rethinking your talent by time I'm done

Ice keep the whiskey as cold as my heart supposed to be
I only keep room at the table for people close

is tied to
Presidents, superdelegates
Proletariat people the root of all kindness
But we all mindless
Trynna feel timeliess
Trynna seek knowledge

a nigga listen cavities hit the root
Niggas talking bout size never fit in my shoes
Size up nigga for what... you still gonna lose
They be living in they

I wanna take the feathers out of my head
I'm no longer enchanted by this relationship
I wanted more color
I wanted more sun
More green, more yellow,

music fucking whack
I'm just here to change the game
So, when you hear me on a track
Better duck motherfucker
Level 1 is my plaque

Another body dropping