, And Ram of The Sun . . . There is Cthulhu - Eternal Serpent who sleeps There is The Goat of a Thousand Young ! I know The Old Ones !
shit Watch me throw the powder up This old G got my whole suite clouded up And I bet you I be outta time before I'm outta luck They ain't rooting for
you see some roaches on the floor, then the sad one must be you who sees himself as too good to do something for the weak or ones with warts. You disdain
, the loss They told me that it wouldn't be night for long! And I'm in love with the lights, the love, Celebrity house, Hollywood parties that never get old
changin Growin up to be a man and leave behind the shootin, bangin [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Afrika Baby Bam ] Now this one goes out to the ones who set
on my shit list Walking time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick Countdown's on, its too late to nix it I'm so anxious, so, so anxious The ones I hate barely
won't get no better We gotta change it, yeah Just you and me Wake up, all the doctors Make the old people well They're the ones who suffer And who catch
ever known Put the worst on display so the world can see And that's all they will ever show So the ones in the west Will never move east And feel like
2x] Africa must wake up The sleeping sons of Jacob For what tomorrow may bring May a better day come Yesterday we were Kings Can you tell me young ones
And it's confusing sometimes Cause even the good ones fall away You have to keep the fire burning every night and every day I know we're corny, old fashioned
ages Demons of extinction raised And opened gates to all realms. Naked beings were leaved at the mercy Of withering power, as stalls fall. [Old Ones
Going back to our roots, and starting again We're not gonna be a part of no crossover trend We're going back to our roots, and starting again Now we're back to our roots
division But most of all please say a prayer for me Old men's cigars puff up the wars To protect their fuck-ups again Young men must die! To keep the old ones
The trees gave up their roots And the lepers left their caves All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountain And the kings all became slaves On the
sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current residents It was a little sheep dog and an old milk cow Yeah the old home place is an old
home court, if you weak you playing the wrong sport By any means stick to your guns, And I'm ain't talking about the ones that shoot I'm talking about the roots
the d ream we're but fools of our fate on this earth i shall wait by the roots of my soul i am loosing control take the dream the sleepers in you shapes
