Lyrics:
that dojah
Where yuh ass was at?
When I was hit by dem Babylon soldiers
Where yuh ass was at?
When Twelve took dem crops from di roots
Where yuh ass was
Begin it's life and take firm root
To grow the crop to swell the grain
It must have a little rain
Another rain has fallen and I am the reaper
And I watch
Played my cards right whoever dealing em
Illuminated dropped and now they feeling em
My roots nourish crops we ain't feeling cops
Posted at the Berkeley
or not
Say a little do a lot
Deep roots, big crop
Put so much love in what I do, it clearly love me back
I gotta black cuz where I'm from my odds was
Breadfruit heavy in the trees
Stands of bamboo where roots
Men crop they weed
Tear out the roots of bitterness
Saw the crop on compensation
Let love grow on the fields on wickedness
Go go go, leave the forsaken way
One foot in
wrapped around a bonfire
Dust clouds marking the way down a back road
Quickest way to get us back home
Perfect place to plant some roots
Raise some crops
the roots and the crop
Imma lace ya boots and ya socks
We all love to sleep but our mummy's been looted from the bottom to the top
Those capstones was once
Smelling the weed
Blown cover on the under
Kinda makes you wonder
How you really know
When they got yo number
Can't even be a roots man
And crop yo
Under the waning moon
It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease
Infecting the roots in
the waning moon
It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease
Infecting the roots in an instant
believe we pull up our roots and retreat
A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra
Why don't you tell me the truth about you
Vaseline, you smeared
under the waning moon
It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease
Infecting the roots in
the waning moon
It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease
Infecting the roots in an instant
you a chat
Gwan like seh dem a de root a de crop
Yow later me ago think bout that
Dat mean seh
A your future
Nuh destroy it
From yuh come from de
Everything's a lie
Far too many people would rather look the other way and be blind
Right now we're a young crop with roots still left to grow
And watered in
setting
We found a spot
So where's you roots
We got some crops
Let's watch them bloom
Dead petals get swept with a broom
And the future is all up to you
I
Munchin' on carrots, my taste buds delight
Crunchin' and chewin', oh what a sight
Filled with vitamins, I'm all revved up
Carrot power, I'm the next crop up
the rooftops
Bring your gloves and boots out
Weed through your crew
'Til the homies layin' roots down
'Til your homies layin' roots down
Quick to get crops? No I
for the b boys and girls and the bass
Back for the deejay
Back for the paint
Vinyl is a habitat
Lucious is the crop
Sampling the roots
How we
Getting head in the drop top
While the cop watch
Don't stop
Til I nut on the roof of yo mouth
Tear it up like a chop shop
In the hot box
No crops
But
and let's go
Who would've thought about to reach 23
Lose so much got my tank running E
Fool the drop like it's coming next week
Ruling the crops got
Emi a se' opolopo odun l'aye
Ki olohun so wa dele l'ayo atalafia
Wan l'okare westernized by default
Cream of the crops
Where the root of all evil
worried
Thoughts flicker
Stars Hide your fires
Let light see not
My roots grow rot
See the crops on fire
cnd the stream run Shy
Far away from
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