Woorden:
Roots The Thought Work

baw black be on some other shit nigga talk like you work for the government my words worth like Barns and Nobel spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal spit thought

baw black be on some other shit nigga talk like you work for the government my words worth like Barns and Nobel spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal spit thought

baw black be on some other shit nigga talk like you work for the government my words worth like Barns and Nobel spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal spit thought

still eating porridge Me and my cousin used to play Mel & Kim Practising dancin' Coming down the stairs and ting I touched Africa and came back darker Knowing myself Feeling my roots

my seed in her push for life Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary drops my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock-N-Roll [Verse 3: Black Thought

I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof? Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on

(Hot nix-on) Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (Ha) Showin' you the pain I feel from holdin' these Black thoughts, deep rooted

in the sky when I signed I With this six figures then I grin teeth Airing all the tag alongs like bring me I never breaded no one when I was working

of having to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk I'm tired of using plastic silverware Tired of working