cannot see I know it's time to lay it down Get back to the start of it all 'Cause all I know Get back to the root of it all Jesus is calling us to
re on Let it rain, let it pour When all is said and all is done Will we turn our face to the Son? Get back to the root of it all Jesus is calling us
Cause you don't know Where you're running to Don't know what you're gonna do You wait You wait Don't throw it all away Don't throw it all away And you
[Professor X:] "Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key, sissssiiiiieeeeeeeees
eleven has grassroots Challenge comes and goes and there will be another, I say bring it on the roots that grow underground are as big as the tree that you see if not it
like roots on a tree Stayin true to this vision in the Y2G [Dove] Two G's got em scratchin it like the fleas And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked
it's all they worth... No question, it's all about the D - O - E. So if money is the root I want the whole damn tree. Ain't tryin' to stock around
loved me But were always threatened by some Invisible blood line that only you could see You took advantage of an outreached hand And twisted it
for nothing less than the air that I breathe I-I-I know it's a struggle, but who the hell g'on do it for me Who the hell g'on do it free If I don't get
that I see; It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be. Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree. They are
I see It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree They are pulled up
twisted Ooh baby I'm twisted Ooh baby I'm twisted Ooh baby I'm twisted Like the roots of a tree You got into me Like the roots of a tree You got into
"I'm bossy!" But I keeps it cute Got my stunner shades on and a tree in my roots I got the Chi-Town swagga and I rocks it full "Yes, Mudville!" baby,
history of Inequity... When it all... All falls down... Telling you all... It all falls down Children... Eat your bread Little children... Eat your bread Cuz it all... All
A seed of hope They are the trees Rotten pulp inside and never well Roots sucking, thieving from my source Tired boughs reaching for the light It is all
Into a great tree a small worm did go It wormed its way inwards and soon it did grow The tree was unhappy but what could it do? It stood there in silence
ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...