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Root 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

, 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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