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Root The Book

Nick is an ignorant ball head Now chant down Babylon midterm essays Then puff from de chalice I fi make from a Sprite can Last week I read a book about

that I played to And became a slave to master self A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness and his health My mind had dealt with the books of Zen

I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents house and though I didn't know it then I soon was finding out you are the roots that sleep

be so wise? To see through eyes that only see what's real Tell me, grey seal Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men The roots were formed by twisted roots Your roots

you can't stop this from the West Indies You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up In these books and scrolls that I unfold

put a 'K if they ain't down with us It's off the hook, nigga, I'm a Westside crook, nigga The forty motherfuckin' dollars on my books, nigga I'm not

tie u up like the devilish desk man then i eat u up like a delicate dessan damn u fly change us in and u do it like its ur proffession hit the story book

were so well rooted, That the next day he saluted A good humor man, an usher, and a nun. Now fred's an intellectual, brings a book to every meal. He

storming rain Shared the same pain A three of life our holy trinity Never thought I be wishing for eternity Oh, you read me like an open book I was