drool the ice in your fridge never met a n-gga this cool young money I'm richer than I used to be I plant my seed in her garden now she root for me baby
crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on Gettin' shorties like a thespian Had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks and pulled the root
? Explain why it should slip away? History and future are the comforts of Our curiosity but here we are Rooted in the present day Rooted in the present
in a playfull breeze I'll stay with you a while and then move on I gotta be walkin' on new grass... I won't take roots I never stay that long a bad seed
all (Background) A seed's a star A seed's a star's a seed A star's a seed A star's a seed's a star A seed's a star A seed's a star's a seed A star'
the visors so the screens still fallin' Niggaz grab hustlin' I ain't finna break my neck I make some paper off this flow, but I got rich off respect Ask anybody who know me about my seeds
Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds My buddy
trillionaires nigga Gentlemen of an extraordinary league You never see me blowing on no ordinary weed What I'm smoking ain't a product of no ordinary seed
the same but then the antidote came The Black Thought, ill syllablist, out the Fifth This heavyweight rap shit I'm about to lift Like, a phylum lift up it's seed
never was all of, so stop the lies Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed You
Born and bad seed outta the crowd Like David Guenna you don't wanna see me angry pal I'll raise up on ya ass like a root canal Get fucking up shit like
me Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me I slang caine on these blocks for weeks Ever since Rocky three, and the death of Apollo creed I was a tiny little poppy seed
yet perfected But damn when it is, shit then when it is I speak the truth, don't take this here as no song Till I'm gray at the roots and my beard grow
. Mud and skin. Blessed scavengers foraging through the thing once fetal, but not dead. The messengers are maggots, meat on their lips. Roots through
Still yearning half way a stranger I believe, in our multiplicity Still part blind, yeah, no reason for anger I believe, we pull up our roots and retreat
' ass and steppin' over lines Passed down to me from my daddy's daddy's dad In my family tree the fruit is bitter, bold and bad Got real deep roots
(ooh) i planted a seed in my garden you were the flower that my love could grow always took care of you darling every kiss was like water that flows
the sky, and I ask these questions Yes, I feel something I don't understand Can somebody say Amen? Can somebody say Amen? My life is but a short and precious seed