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 (
Welcome to misery punk, we deep rooted in this You know what I'm sayin' KCMO, KCK, you know what I'm sayin' That's how we do it, Tech N9ne in this place
my life a thug live my life wit drugs fuck everybody else I live my life for Blood, so Lexus, Moff and I got's to keep Triste near 'Cause Blood suppose
die for the love of his block Know what I want in my life, I want for my brother Know what I want for my wife, I want for my mother It ain't a question
And we can work it out Mother Nature feeds all In famine and drought Tell those selfish in ways Not to share us out What's a tree without root Lion without
were half your age Lady let it lie It's hard putting down your family roots when you're living in A mobile home, but there's always blood even in a rolling
how to make one bird turn in two I'm a connected shot caller, pure bread baller All I do is try to make my money, flip like quota-quarters If money is the root
you Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
the street, to do without ya While I haul off and snatch four shit out ya Look and see my image again when you start hemorrhaging And damn, it's cloggin' up, the blood
One cold winter of many tales, trails of blood left in frozen snow A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow I turned against god and everything
, Through myself one can reach the night that is not followed by a morning, Through myself one can reach the cursed bastards of one's mother-country... (**)
communion Where do we find Noah's ark? A thousand words or more Seep through the floor And then take root in the soil Growing trees of doubt Helpless people shout Until their blood
to her bear essentials in the Presidential Suite, His men too weak.) {New York Undercover shot his brother, in a shootout He had to move out, and drop his mother
will dance on your graves We are the worm in the wood! We are the rot at the root! We are the taint in the blood! We are the thorn in the foot! Rudyard
other hand, had no father, and his mother- [JACK'S MOTHER] I wish... [NARRATOR] Well, she was not quite beautiful- [JACK'S MOTHER] I wish my son were
blue And she envisaged Jupiter And she made a day of awe and circles, circles And she sent it to guide the blood of the universe The sixth was burning
is fulfilled Through darkness, light shines Under the rain from the diamonds Showering upon the same roots Roots that we shared with blood Let those roots