The Roots Lyrics
The Roots Lyrics
"The Anti-Circle Lyrics"
Wreck Of The Old ’97 Lyrics
WRECK OF THE OLD ’97 Traditiuonal They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven You must put her in Spencer on time" Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman "Just shovel in a little more coal And when we cross that white oak mountain You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll" It's a mighty rough road from Lynchb
WRECK OF THE OLD ’97 Traditiuonal They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven You must put her in Spencer on time" Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman "Just shovel in a little more coal And when we cross that white oak mountain You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll" It's a mighty rough road from Lynchb
Yo I'm tha anti-circle
On tha mad train like a rain
Thats verbal I storm
Never comin twice in one form
Tha black'll act a fool and I'm gone
Crumbs bust it pass tha popcorn
As I kick flava behavior your absctract I get recognition
But I represent no religon or sect
So I'm no preacher but I reach your soul
Cause I'm stronger than younger
Son of Casandra like ganga I grow
From tha root like water I flow
Could sport ebrotha low or tha nappy afro
I still a have tha pick cause I choose to evict
Derelicts on tha tip tryin to diss tha mad skit busta skit
How many licks to it take to make a fake
Realize that he can't shake bake or penetrate
This style I demonstrate on a regular
Basis in face that he aint no competitor
I said it a second ago yo I'm tha anti-circle with tha mad style
Crushin any mental that be fragile
Yo
Mad Minds Lyrics
I am mad As madly are my visions When I see jesus In the puddle of the blood I am mad As madly are my minds When I feel hate To the god I am mad As madly are my deeds When I spit disdainful Into the crucifix Am I mad? And maybe whole world Is so lied SATAN They call you father of lie And maybe you are Father of insolent truth SATAN They call yo
u don't wanna see me get like agileI am mad As madly are my visions When I see jesus In the puddle of the blood I am mad As madly are my minds When I feel hate To the god I am mad As madly are my deeds When I spit disdainful Into the crucifix Am I mad? And maybe whole world Is so lied SATAN They call you father of lie And maybe you are Father of insolent truth SATAN They call yo
Rippin up tha scene screamin like I was a bad child
Black Thought so hip that I'm square
Tha rhythm that you hear is from tha kids right over there
Tha rubberband in question just one step away
Yesterday was a day away attention you should 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 can be hurtin a
Rhythm when I get anti-circular
Chorus:
Square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square y'all
From tha square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle
Caged Rat Lyrics
Why don't you go home and crawl into your hole Why don't you go home and spend some time alone In the corner I looked across the room To the other corner, I knew I'd be there soon Caged rat (x12) In the corner I looked across the room I knew I'd be there soon, in the (other) corner Caged rat (x12) Why don't you go home and crawl into your hole Why don't you go home and spend some time al
o tha squareWhy don't you go home and crawl into your hole Why don't you go home and spend some time alone In the corner I looked across the room To the other corner, I knew I'd be there soon Caged rat (x12) In the corner I looked across the room I knew I'd be there soon, in the (other) corner Caged rat (x12) Why don't you go home and crawl into your hole Why don't you go home and spend some time al
What you spot up with ya peepers is tha creeper
Stompin on tha ground smokin a quarter pound reefer
Mista five finger lead singer noise maker
Number one run I'm rush now you must hush
I crush trail mix with tha sandal
Five fingers keep a candlestick lit when I vandalize
Can't see what I is or will be
Only what I was cause I crush an MC
I'm dandy happy go lucky don't touch me
Don't play cause I'm not tha right one baby
Crazy off key never talk softly
Blacker than tha beans still I never sweat coffee
Tha fourth beat following tha third word second after first
Yo never rehearse tha verse that I'm freestylin'
Cause my verse is diverse I'm Mista Versatilin'
Things are easier with oooh chilin'
Ya smilin because you dig tha way that I deliver
And give a style flowin like I was tha Nile river you shiver
Cause I'm
Hip-Hop (Remix) Lyrics
You are listening to the sounds of the RBGs, Turn Off The Radio, tune your frequency. This is DPz nigga, Revolutionary But Gangsta, holla back! Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (Come again...break them chains, come on!) Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (Break them chains, come on!) Who shot 2Pac? If we don't get them they gon get us all I'm down for runnin up on them crackas in the City Hall We ride for yall, all my dogs
ooler than tha coolest act a fool its like a habitYou are listening to the sounds of the RBGs, Turn Off The Radio, tune your frequency. This is DPz nigga, Revolutionary But Gangsta, holla back! Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (Come again...break them chains, come on!) Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (Break them chains, come on!) Who shot 2Pac? If we don't get them they gon get us all I'm down for runnin up on them crackas in the City Hall We ride for yall, all my dogs
So yo this trick is for tha rabbit
I grab it and snatch it inspect it like gadget
I works tha magic tha mic I must have it
I'm at it kids does tha pin on tha vibe tribe
Members do decide to send around at tha sit down
Get down can't you know I'm quick to rip a kid down
Aim to put wack rappers in containers with tha lid down
So I seal it can you feel it many contacts is caught
On a mad train a Black Thought
Chorus:
Square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square y'all
From tha square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square
From tha square to tha circle to tha square