Woorden:
Roots The Rising Up

, I walked up and asked what's wrong, she told me that The radio's been playing the same song all day long... So get your glass lift it up in the toast

, I walked up and asked what's wrong, she told me that The radio's been playing the same song all day long... So get your glass lift it up in the toast

I walked up and asked what's wrong, she told me that The radio's been playing the same song all day long... So get your glass lift it up in the toast

you was more like pin stripes ridin in ye's maybach smokin so its cloudy 3 girls who spent all day doing paloties gettin money niggas think i joined illuminati throwing westside up

's when you're whole lifetime Just trying to get your dough up And then you blow up, and blow up No escalators, stairs and I'm still trying to step up

and no more pain No more chump change, none of that bull Just movies, museums and the hall of fame So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to

, so it limps along Dust you, collect if you digs my song Paids and black braids what I aims to ease Connection L-7 throwin out the breeze Cool breeze to blow up

fucked You traded in your blues for boom, tap shoes I do shows and change all opposing views I get down, I go up as I blow up cause I got this O.M.B.

this, be how we enterprise, kid, no compromise I'm thinkin' fast like drama, dyin', I wear your mind away like Alzheimer I pull a mic up out my bomber big up