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Roots The Illadelph Halflife

these niggaz open like a box of Pandora With styles that's newer than the world order Approximately three quarters of y'all are water I straight deport ya Then orchestrate your torture with roots

be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic they say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit- ary and very necessary to shine legendarily, heavily refined [Q-Tip:] Contemporaries like the Roots

Better believe it 'cause it is comin' You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes Just

I woke up in the darkness at twelve seventeen, to shots and sirenes Look out the window, peep the high beams Now, they searchin', the cops lookin' for

horror than Bram Stoker (Uh huh) Strip your broad a play poker, then drink mocha (Uh huh) The sometimes socializer, the joke despiser You woke the wiser, dealin' with the Roots

Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind All my peoples that be knowin' the time Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya

U.N.I.Verse at war U.N.I.Verse at war, motherfucker We gonna do this Chi-town style, Illadelph You know how we get down, you know the business Bringin