Lyrics:
The features of the faces
Cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day,
Hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay,
Branches glistening.
The features of the faces
Cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day,
Hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay,
Branches glistening.
baka lemon grass,
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,
And the famous grandy scratch scratch.
It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
strong
Sing my Billie (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song
And dig my roots up. . .Congo Square
(Dig this man)
Sundays was really the only days
That took
of the faces cut in unmoving stone
Bad mouth on a prayer day
Hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay
Branches glistening
True disciples
soul
Cause I'm stronger than younger
Son of Casandra like ganja I grow
From tha root like water I flow
Could sport ebrotha low or tha nappy afro
I still
my other side?
Have I died?
At what age?
8, 13 or 21?
Stay still
Pay bills
Rent now
Test wills.
Square root
Of nothing
Square root
Of me
Square root
are hard to recruit
And words are a devilish square root
Woah! I am an artist of my mind!
Words spoken only waste time
Oh, I am an artist of my mind
to be great
But we're all looking for
The Hollywood sign
And trying to find the interstate
We're all grown
From the same old roots
We're all kicking
Square peg, round hole
(square peg, square peg, square peg
Square peg) whoo!
Push push and shove push push and shove
Square peg, round hole
(square
lemon grass
The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
And the famous grandy scratch scratch
It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
a weather station
Artists and repertoire
Hand in hand through the grey doorway at dawn
The writing on the wall said, Jesus saves
The writing on the wall
Simple math
Our love divided by the square root of pride
Multiply your lifeless time
I'm going out of my mind
It was heaven when I finally figured it
a weather station
Artists and repertoire
Hand in hand through the greater way at dawn
The writing on the wall said, "Jesus saves"
The writing
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
Are you ready, kids?
I said, are you ready?
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
SpongeBob SquarePants
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he
civilization than full recognition of
The place of the artist
If art is to nourish the roots of our culture
Society must set the artist free to follow
His vision
Roots Natty roots
Dread Binghi dread
I and I are the roots
Some are leaf
Some are branches
I and I are the roots
Some are the dry wood
For the fire
I did not diss Taylor Swift
And I've never dissed her
First thing is I'm an artist and as an artist
I will express how I feel with no censorship
Roots woman, roots woman
She's a roots woman
It's the truth, woman
And you turn me on
Roots woman, roots woman
She's my roots woman
It's
I told them we heard singing first before we reached the square
"Arise the wretched of the earth" filled the air
So many fists clenched to the sky
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