B-girl crying, I walked up and asked what's wrong She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long So get your glass lift it up in
, I walked up and asked what's wrong, she told me that The radio's been playing the same song all day long... So get your glass lift it up in the toast
번역: 뿌리. 최대 상승.
I walked up and asked what's wrong, she told me that The radio's been playing the same song all day long... So get your glass lift it up in the toast
you was more like pin stripes ridin in ye's maybach smokin so its cloudy 3 girls who spent all day doing paloties gettin money niggas think i joined illuminati throwing westside up
of this place, Now you're rising Lo and behold! Your smile is fake How surprising If we could rewind back to your roots, Admission... You locked it up
's when you're whole lifetime Just trying to get your dough up And then you blow up, and blow up No escalators, stairs and I'm still trying to step up
s so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back Calabama niggaz all'll quit Talking that short dick shit Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking
and no more pain No more chump change, none of that bull Just movies, museums and the hall of fame So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to
[Pharoahe Monch] Yo Truth had me up against the ropes and semi-concious without no boxing skills Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil
, so it limps along Dust you, collect if you digs my song Paids and black braids what I aims to ease Connection L-7 throwin out the breeze Cool breeze to blow up
m Black Thought to the beat and yo I'm out deah And yo my group is called The Roots because we're out deah to get up out Uhh, abstract organic artistry
fucked You traded in your blues for boom, tap shoes I do shows and change all opposing views I get down, I go up as I blow up cause I got this O.M.B.
move millions Slide right in front of your eyes true brilliance It's a new bad boy on the rise Who feelin it New true skill in it Y'all the roots still
this, be how we enterprise, kid, no compromise I'm thinkin' fast like drama, dyin', I wear your mind away like Alzheimer I pull a mic up out my bomber big up
