day, but I learned I whole lot along the way I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... diggin' up roots You could call A?em tubers The closer to the root
She tossed her J. Crew in the garbage She sportin' tartan, Doc Marten boots She wear her scally, oh, so stylish Told her old man she's discoverin' her roots
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Now it's about to be talked about You're gettin' slapped by my grammar Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama I'm under
, give emcees visions of comets Technique kicked by force the earth I hit and bomb it Immaculate, conception with the weapon Emittin' mind bogglin' forms to mental sections
are the days and these are the nights yours is the rhythm and the hard light breathe underwater float above the ground Direct hit rhythm section how's
rocks With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks Held up the ice-cream truck with a slingshot She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop Ya mama root
Shakny Don:] Yo bumbading bumdadabedang The Roots crew boy we mash things again Bumbading ripapadededang The Roots crew bwoy we runnin' back again Bumbading dumdadadedang The Roots
rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal Living legend, veteran known to set trend Lethal weapon, step through your section
originate from seven-eighteen digits Thats BROOKLYN- for area code impaired Medina of the planet for cats from out there Mos Def official native of the Bed-Stuy section
't life As they come in to great depths We surpass the summit Stranglin' rhythmic arrangement, elements transpose and plummet I take it back to my roots
Shakny Don: Yo bumbading bumdadabedang The Roots crew boy we mash things again Bumbading ripapadededang The Roots crew bwoy we runnin' back again Bumbading dumdadadedang The Roots
Jimmy "I grew up in a little town in Georgia, Columbus Georgia, to be precise. Actually, in the 'One Of Us' section, we said one of us ran away from
as though they are disposable. They are not maximized as product, not to mention as art. First section is a scene from "Mo'Better Blues" by Spike Lee. Second section
Hop off my pedestal, grab my scrotum Aiyyo, y'all niggas ain't fucking wit this shit (I told 'em) Aiyyo, y'all ain't fucking wit the Roots crew (I told
this like this 3,2,1,4,5,6, no telling where the beat might hit this is out of hand like buster bluth leave you sounding like rusted root bots out
Get a funny feeling in your tummy when your mommy cries Something between woozy and confusion And you spend your thoughts on how the sadnessin your mommy can be rooted
Put my trust in the world and the world gets tight Shift my trust to you it's like a crystal clear night Expand in all directions get the sections to