You can't have the flower without the root You can't have the fire without the soot Even a stripper needs her red tasseled suit And we were meant to be
back to Chourus. To Zion...I Fly On X2 Verse 2 swallow the ocean drink of its potion the wheels are turning and burning set it in motion fire fire
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 unite Hashem's rays fire
you Fire not gonna come from me tongue Jerusalem, if I forget you Let my right hand forget what it?s supposed to do Jerusalem, if I forget you Fire
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
Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil And I do whatever for the root
later now I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s*** I sip a hundred proof til' I'm ripped And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick
cruel world can really get the best of a nigga I'd show em life through the eyes of a demon The only thing that matters is the root of all evil [Chorus
thespian Had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks and pulled the root out Squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts Been on both coasts fired
ago Took a funky idea and began to roll By doing something that was never done While getting paid, still having fun Being explicit straight from the streets Not forgettin' our roots
a transition Being successful as a gift and a curse Being paid or being broke I know what's worse And people at the bottom say that you forgot you're roots
had somethin to prove It was just the spirit got em, it wouldn't let loose There right before our eyes hip-hop was produced The fire kept on burnin like
do and the irony is you rely on me as much As I rely on you to inspire me like you do You provide me the lighter-fluid the fuel my fire You're my entire
brothers they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of all evil
be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin' What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of
But I know I will be free From the demons that hunt my soul On the road you walk in silence There's only darkness by your side The roots of evil grow
bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire The ruthless