Lyrics:
We come from the roots, most people just deal with it here to money business, but we
don't love money because that's Babylon's system, you understand
If I blow up on the fame, who root for me
If I got killed out the game, who ride for me
Swear that rain hits my veins, it gets lonely and if you
me to stay focus an don't give the feds no clues
We were riding round with choppas doing what we had to do
Still a victim to the system I can't change
to the system with some wisdom
Now i gotta run fades like a barber
Bitch i drop a bomb no harbor
Scholar in the brain no harvard
But i take that shit with some
thirty talents
Court reporter catch the circus on the paper
File it in the system not
Acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous
prison they made
The root of all evil you're holding in your hands
The root of all evil we're victims of their plans
Illuminati, the new world order
calamity
Taps the root of sick mindsets centered on vanity
Ats the nations axing the world and acting handsomely
Absent minded, the future's abstract
The Provider
I love to see my kind prosper and get paid
In this system that put us in the lowest grade
Yes I do speak truth for The Most High
Money fixes poverty
Slowly
Slippin in to the system
Carefully crafted
To get beyond the firewall
My second language is Encryption
Vexed hexes from my exes
And lessons
dap you up.
Baby, baby you're in my system.
Baby, baby tell me your listening.
Boy, it's after twelve, club's like a hive bee,
A bee hive cause
can trust in ya system
You can trust in ya self
But best believe you
Can't trust nobody else
I'm not changing for no one
I'll just play em or fold em
belong to the system
Here's a piece of me
Meant to comfort you
And be reminded that
We here to be
Great as we can be
Only you can stop yourself man
Told me
Jump out the whoop, in ah old Skool beater
Trend sitting nigga watch I bring back Fila whoa
I’ma Jigga boo shawty love my conscious roots
Let me
Some say that money's the root of all evil, addiction's the thing that's controlling the people
Addiction can sometimes be beautiful, peaceful, but
to a war
My roots rest all around and through
And blaze through wicked hearts
For they don't see I, and they don't know
It is the almighty I rely on,
of mathematical equations
But the square root of my truth will cause the devil devastation
Well listen I'm more than vexed
I live in a time where I can't
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
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with
for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops
ci si addice e mettimmo radice
Luntano rà ccà
Addò nun serve parlà
Combat reggae, I see the light
Combat reggae, roots of my style
Combat
I'm trying to find the root
of all this mayhem
but I might just get the boot
from an evil system
Man, I feel so American
but I'll let you see
stones the roots and the earth
The rivers, stones the roots and the earth
Calling on the strength of the forest family
Calling on the strength
you like an equal Because he sticks to his roots
The roots of not having no where to belong
The roots of hardship and feeling alone
He feels what you
well, we gots to live our roots
I said live our roots, now
And hold our position
Well we gots to wake up and wake up and rise
I said, wake up
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