Lyrics:
dreams
And I'm sure I'd make sometimes for loving you
If I were a scientist I'd invent my cure
If I were a gardner I would prop up my roots
If I were
she won't get far
I'm on a show to parole to the toad in a hole
I've gotta grow some roots, gotta prop up the bar
I've got bloodshot eyes
This is me, what you see is what you get
This is the rookie giving props to the vets (oh)
This is me, what you see is what you get
This is the rookie
Mike Specht komm und kick deinen Scheiß für den Topf
Ich weiß es gibt Props
Mike Specht komm und kick deinen Scheiß für den Topf
Ich weiß es gibt
another one's comin around
So The Square Roots gotta get down, bust it
Yo, I wrote this, basement, Never Never Tunnels type portion
Just to accompany
another one's comin around
So The Square Roots gotta get down, bust it
Yo, I wrote this, basement, Never Never Tunnels type portion
Just to accompany
and duel it out
I'm getting sleepy here
Ain't learned your lesson with first, second or third impressions?
Crescent moons, celestial roots, ancestors feel
the rap game so scared to show love?
I don't know but I am not
That shit right there, I'm Black Thought
Y'all bring it back to the roots
Yes, I most
The Roca clique (got us)
Like Jane's cartoon give props where props' due
Give you something you can feel (huh)
Can't keep still (huh)
Tryin' ta see Amil
the funk crop
You can't deny the props so stop before your fronts
Get loosened, introducing, The Roots y'all
the bottle open it
it's a lesson in survival cope with it
It don't make sense to die for the root of evil
It get too cerebral when that don't seem lethal
to management like
"Change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them"
My man sport the 'fro like 'What's Happenin?'
From the latest hi-atus, The Roots
block an autograph from me
(Hammer got props)
Mearl, "Can we touch the curls?"
Said a couple of girls, that be up with the Pearl
Cause I'm like that, you
props)
Mearl, "Can we touch the curls?"
Said a couple of girls, that be up with the Pearl
Cause I'm like that, you might spite that
But don't bite that,
Ass up getting taken
I got the whole world in my hands
So I'll give it to the people
That pack out the stands
And props to the people
That seen what i
People pleasing the root of the problem always
Bittersweet cause I had to learn it the hard way
Talk my shit on the mic, but it's hard to parle in
stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got
stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got
ancestors baby, so I give 'em everything that they gave me, yeah
So I can't be stopped
Manifested everything, give me props
I'm spiritually grounded -while
Tell em it's Nomad No Home
Tell em it's Nomad No Home
I had to run a couple beats so I could find the treasure
I had to stick to roots I had
kin
Our roots are buried in the same place
That's why you're my mirror face
You don't have to get your hands dirty
I am not your beast within
When you
fuckin' ADAM, DAT-DAT fuckin' ADAM
Und der letzte Kopf nickt jetzt auch
Und es hagelt Props für die Sounds, es ist
Dat fuckin' ADAM, DAT-DAT fuckin'
come to my mind
You're like the pillar that props me up
The beam that supports me
The bitch who never took half
The wife who never divorced me
The rest I cyaan mek money from
So the rest it bad no
All of the plant good brethren, all down to the root
Yeah
High grade never hurt nobody
Let herb
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