G.O.O.D Music in this bitch (Verse 1) Man I was up early in the A.M., legs will be achin' Feet will be achin' from dreams I was chasin' Was always told
GP niggaz see me on the TV Talkin Take It EZ, and they was like "He ain't hardcore!" But hardcore is far more than bats and gats It stems back to the roots
data, not a fader on the face of the earth Can blend rhythms like my will, surreal spinnin Ever-movin like evolution it's retribution For sellin roots
She is benediction She is addicted to thee She is the root connection She is connecting with he Here I go and I don't know why I fell so ceaselessly
see me on the tv Talkin take it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!" But hardcore is far more than bats and gats It stems back to the roots
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
many times have we been thru this I can tell you that it's getting harder everytime I try to resist We go way back and you held me down Helped my feet rooted
who came to get laid and tied up With first aid tape and raped on the first date Susan, an ex Heroin addict who just stopped usin' Who love booze and alternative music
new sampler, take the breaks and I loop it Got a license for the gat in case the public is stupid Plus I ain't afraid to shoot it A man with the family is firmly rooted
', waitin' and hopin', playin' the lame game The game changed me into 'A Different World' like Dwayne and Wayne I'm gettin' high just to maintain, yeah Take my music
on We built a foundation, brick by brick Eye for an eye, keep your eyes on this The shadows move in the strangest forms Our music in your ear is like
? the bass The fiddle and guitar are removed from the case You know it?s Kenny O when it booms and shakes You know it?s our music by the movement it makes
pay today To tha Roots stickin boot kickin with flippa I lift tha party up and y'all get down like a zipper Tha mista hippa flippa kid tha one who thinks tha music
gnac on my two hundred dollar suit (stop being a backseat driver man) (turn him up) Your ma don't like to jitterbug, said this unholy music Hip hop just
get down y'all, yeah * in background: "Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)" 4X * It looks like another one's comin around (3X) So The Square Roots gotta
in it Y'all the roots still in it Ready plus willin it's all the true killer shit You know we got them Involved We too diligent They say the music is
my definition is a lyricist for hire My vocal's a passport that never expire The crowd loud like fifty rounds of gun fire Screamin' out "The Roots" while
plan they call real tryin' to set it profess mic techniques illegit inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded in their minds thus their rhymes are discredited (check it out) [Q-Tip:] I use my music