Zakwe, Stogie T, Jay Claude – “ROOTS” Lyrics
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Before Nelson Mandela was on moneyI was folding leopards, you would swear it’s origamiWild life lessons, every death gave me lifeStill-born, so me and Christ share a likenessNone like him, no Siamese, it’s all timingYou can push, hope it come out live, but this ain’t the gynaeZakwe hit me like “Let’s talk about the rhyming”Couldn’t find the heart to tell him “that’s not my vibe scene”Not when the world need a MarleyAnd Bob’s your uncle but you worry about your countryI don’t take molly, I take lil’ rocksy and my daughterOut to get chiffon dresses from the shopping complexAnd I’m not trying to shop a complexI put my shit in the music so you can find strengthIt’s a lil’ project I built from the onsetOrdinary people baptized now that’s a John LegendBorn in Tanzania, that seems far-fetchedBut none of you know the world that’s in my closetI make lines speak to the heart of the darknessEverything hidden unless you listening with your conscienceIt’s taking revisiting lyrics to feel the contentGerman precision sniffers is ill-equipped for this bomb threatIf she could get too thick for ShawshankDon’t bank on lip if you can’t swim or walk itDidn’t got the whisky on the arm restPuffing something stinky from the tropicsWith a face like brake lightsEish son you can miss me with the nonsense
About that time I’ma get that moneyI made mistakes, but I’m make more hunninds‘Cause now I found the roots to my sanityShades from my money tree, Hip Hop my daily breadAll black coupe can’t see nobodyIf you ain’t know, better ask somebodyGlory for the pain in the booth for the new lookNothing’s been the same since fame, HaleluyahAll black coupe can’t see nobodyIf you ain’t know, better ask somebodyGlory for the pain in the booth for the new lookNothing’s been the same since fame, Haleluyah
Uh, See times and people change but numbers don’tIt’s real, Ng’ overdose-a le skill, the weak I’m over thoseWe made dough without flour ekasi, it’s where I roseNg’phuz’ uTugela ne tap water that’s how I switch flowsI’ve been down for the streets, and now it picks me up(I spit!) Straight from the dome, see now they wanna fill me upThe time is up for you niggas if you ain’t down with usI’m moving clockwise, mang’fun’ is’gubhu ng’yam’ clock-a u-WiseThey recognize I’m a pops now with a gorgeous wifeI know my son is gon’ shine, I bet that on my daughter’s lifeI bought cars from songs I wrote while I was walking byPlayer, never ang’phuphi, I sleep it now with an open eyeI’skhath’ as’mile baba, we gotta do better in rapSecond you every second you take the first step, haYou Father Christmas niggas, set on the first lapNow I’ma run tings, my niggas first on that last lapI take a stand mang’tshela lez’ ez’ obliviousI-straadi k’mele bas’funde k’thina, we got that SyllabusWe bypass those who are biased mas’ release-aYou don’t buy us bring the pliersNegative mind is easy to minusDivision of labour must now multiplyYou see they add a lot of problems when they minus-ing usThey must, do the math from the previous linesSelling gold was contagious, now I got that midas touch, that’s rightWe survive when they told us we’re never winning in thisPatience on my timeframe till I could picture this, haY’all still drink ciders and pee ’em like eveningsWith that much flow, I could beat the odds when I even thingsAnd be the voice of the illestShit, I can flow so the industry put my thoughts on a jiggy beatEither or, I’m a lyricistI’m a boss, I’m a geniusI was born with this eagernessGet applause and the millions, ’till I’m gone they be feeling this
About that time I’ma get that moneyI made mistakes, but I’m ma make more hunninds‘Cause now I found the roots to my sanityShades from my money tree, Hip Hop my daily breadAll black coupe can’t see nobodyIf you ain’t know, better ask somebodyGlory for the pain in the booth for the new lookNothing’s been the same since fame, HaleluyahAll black coupe can’t see nobodyIf you ain’t know, better ask somebodyGlory for the pain in the booth for the new lookNothing’s been the same since fame, Haleluyah