And a little girl named Corinne Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a
Without the root, you ain't got no tree And without the branches, you ain't got no leaves To understand her is to understand me 'Cause that's how close
the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing Everything is real not just a song that we sing
have a little pig roast Cop copper, it's been a long while Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight,
I know you wanna be a...Warrior [Verse 2] You wanna be a warrior, follow me (I can take you different places) Down to the roots cuz the roots are the
A Warrior (Anybody Killa) You wanna be a warrior? Follow me (I can take you different places) Down to the roots, cause the roots are the tree (
Choppers) You heard what I'm sayin' We livin' in pain and it's a shame That you came and got drained And listen man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) We can sing
me But I'm losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high Gotta link with my B.N.C. It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil I can't knock him
house the house is packed Packed like a baby nine months in the womb Man it was packed like the closet full of Nike's in my room Singin' Oh sweet Lord
house the house is packed Packed like a baby nine months in the womb Man it was packed like the closet full of Nike's in my room Singin' Oh sweet
but man that was in the past see i stopped going to the places where the people act so nasty and pretentious 'cause i'm happy sitting with my friends in sidewalk singing
Animals on TV singing About some pain that they once felt There's no one that I disapprove of More or root for more than myself I wanted to pretend that
don't kill me make me strong Sing my Billie (Holiday) "Strange Fruit" song And dig my roots up. . .Congo Square (Dig this man) Sundays was really the
starving the worm spoiled their food The birds would not sing and the sun could not shine The forest lay dirty and blackened with grime Now down in the forest a young man
This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs If a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong While Remington raps on, coming on strong
issue gun fi wi pickney bus Poor people fed up to how yuh system sheg up Well, everyday the ghetto youths dead up Some lost dem roots and figot dem
spoken: Ernie: And now, we'd like to do a song about our roots. Bert: Ernie, we're gonna sing about trees? Ernie: No, Bert. By roots I mean family.
truly on the cutting edge of what's happening in the world of letter N. This group, whose name of course starts with the letter N, is called Nickmatics, with lead singer