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Roots The The Roots Come Alive Live

show biz Tryna hold on, maintain my focus Coming out a room with a could of smoke Smokers rolling with the punches I survive and rock Cause I keep the crowd alive

planned to fail, he just failed to plan What does it take to realize, Satan's alive, he whispers And any chance he get, he can take niggaz He comes

somewhere where nobody'll smell you And when the lights is out, they don't come back on This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that

let the roots get warm Let the roots get warm Come a mild day, come a warm rain Come a snowdrop, a comin' up Come a lily, come a lilac Come to call,

red and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape of another planet; for the vegetation which gives Mars its red appearance had taken root on

but the state of all Unfolds before me, spectator to see Dismantle this race, collective fall Alive since conception, stem taking root Stem growing stronger, extinction comes

't life As they come in to great depths We surpass the summit Stranglin' rhythmic arrangement, elements transpose and plummet I take it back to my roots

creation. As anti-matter sucks and pulses periodically the bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all space is living history. It seems as though time must betray us, yet we're alive

little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto