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Album: GRASSROOTS

Grassroots Lyrics

I flip when I kick it trippin it

 So I can check shit not in a daily style

 But once in every while so I can

 File check file check the files of my brain

 Many of meaning manage to come from the insane

 And the butcher the baker the fabulous drama maker

 A cracker on a truck goin' breaker breaker

 Listen to everyone then disregard it

 The maningful shit comes back back to where it started

 In your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranuim

 A capital 2 burns in my mind give me some peace

 I looked at her I looked at him and neither one did know

 Where the wild thoughts grow check it out

 

 I look to absolutes and there absolutely none

 The truth is what you shoot for not one

 Nothing brings it all together the journeys never done

 I'd sing you Stormy Weather but it's been sung so

 Let's have some fun

 Three Eleven hass grass roots

 Challenge comes and goes and there will be another

 I say bring it on

 The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree

 That you see if not it will fall down

 We waste so many moments standing on convention

 The only survey is when our heart pays no attention

 

 Move with persistence cover much distance

 Knowing no perdition that's my game for instance

 Three Eleven true to no tradition

 And the Three Eleven crew not dow with convention

 But a hundred different people already told what we about

 So I make not attempt to try and suss the stupid out

 I'd turned into a roughneck that was not my intention

 It doesn't even really matter unless I fail to mention that

 Peace to all crews that want some peace

 First the Mid then the West then we slide through the East

 A piece to any crew that want a peice

 But peace to all crews that want peace

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