Now Or Never (Feat. Phonte, Dice Raw) The Roots

[Hook - Dice Raw] Everything's changing around me And I want to change too It's one thing I know It ain't cool being no fool I feel different today I don't know what else to say But I'mma get my

Tip The Scale (Feat. Dice Raw) The Roots

Homicide or suicide Heads or tails Some think life is a living hell Some live life just living well I live life tryna tip the scale My way my way My way my way Yo I’m always early I never take off cause

Understand (Feat. Dice Raw & Greg Porn) The Roots

Never understand People ask for God 'till the day he comes See God's face - turn around and run God sees the face of a man Shaking his head says he'll never understand People ask for god 'till the day

Black Rock (Feat. Dice Raw) The Roots

fuck do I know At the end of this tunnel, it's red and blue lies Once you pay the price you can never do right One thing I know all I did is wrong Maybe there ain't nowhere I belong The only thing in

Singing Man (Feat. Porn, Truck North, Dice Raw) The Roots

"[Chorus: Dice Raw] Days are living fast, moves in misery You got a song you wanna sing for me Sing a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing another song,

The Lesson-Part III (It`s Over Now) The Roots

Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor I be the nigga blowin up the spot on tour Surely real to the core, old school like eighty-four I never die, and raps till my lungs collapse Then relax until my

Adrenaline! (Feat. Dice Raw, Beanie Sigel) The Roots

I hit 'em with a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door, son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw, son You don't want no more, son?

Diedre vs. Dice The Roots

[Dice Raw] Yo, look at all the scavengers All wannabe contenders Dismember, wack niggaz I intend ta Y'all ain't shit but sticky shit on the bottom of Timber-lands I know you clam heads wanna surrender

The Lesson, Pt. 1 The Roots

shit I hit your jaw Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor I be the nigga blowin up the spot on tour Surely real to the core, old school like eighty-four I never die, and raps till my lungs collapse

The Show (Feat. Common, Dice Raw) The Roots

Intro: Ladies and gentlemen The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew Verse 1: Big respect to the Get fresh, yes Have you ever seen a show and fellas

Clones The Roots

proprietor style messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw The matador, shorty conniseur Stompin whatever you build to the floor Similar to that of a dinosaur I told you I'm the rap predator

Get Busy (Feat. Dice Raw, Peedi Peedi) The Roots

slap pump that gimmie that profit when you make contact gimmie that gossip if you break contract youll be that hostage they getting busy in the city its raw better deadbolt the door it aint safe no more

I Will Not Apologize (Feat. Porn, Dice Raw) The Roots

kids buy it, it's a riot when we talking about pimping Or sipping on old English brew or whatever they think we do Spraying double Uzis 'cause you know they think we live in zoos The problem is with

Ain't Sayin' Nothin' New (Feat. Dice Raw) The Roots

tears and sweat when you fuckin with The Roots that's as good as it get Ultramagnet We pull you in a Drag net then brainwash your click and extort your assets then roadie all your homies on some old school

Don't See Us (Feat. Dice Raw) The Roots

get clapped up, my mind is the nine Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin' with sharks Never caught speakin' to narcs, that's weak in the parks I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize Grip it up

Walk Alone (Feat. Truck North, Porn, Dice Raw) The Roots

Truck North] Trapped, no shield, no sword The unbeaten path got my soul so sore Allured by the lust, something money can't cure The Devil want me as is, but God he want more Eyes closed, eyes open

Make My (Feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Dice Raw) The Roots

I did it all for the money Lord it`s what it seems Well in the world of night terrors it`s hard to dream Holl`n Cash Rules Everything let`s call it CREAM `cause when it rises to the top you get the finer

Violets (Feat. Phonte) Miles Davis, Robert Glasper

Ya gonna need alliances A blessing and a prayer from the whole Archdiocese arch Diocese trigger Let's put it to rest Cuz I'm so in need of one I only hear about it and never really seen it done

The Lesson (Pt. 3) (It's Over Now) (Live At The Old Hit Factory, 1999) (Feat. Jaguar) The Roots

You wanna get wise, you best to be a fast learner Or just relax and peep how it's done And boogie ya ass to what's about to come because [Chorus: Jaguar] [singing] The Lesson, now it's now, we close shop

Adrenaline! The Roots

I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son?

Adrenaline! (Live At The Bowery Ballroom, New York / 1999) The Roots

I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son?

I Can't Help It (Feat. Malik B., Porn, Mercedes Martinez, Dice Raw) The Roots

Riq, you know we pull a freak with the flow Talk's cheap that's why we speak with the dough Ill technique show I'm sleek with the flow It's cold outside, nigga, sleep with the snow I tweek in the

Rolling With Heat (Explicit) The Roots

[Hook: Dice Raw & Talib Kweli] Downtown everybody move to the beat Uptown everybody moving the heat Cross-town the party where both sides meet Eastside, westside, there's always beef [Verse 1: Talib Kweli

Don`t See Us The Roots

[Malik B] Man each world, it ain't no time to recline Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks Never caught speakin to NARC's, that's weak in

Don't See Us (Live At Palais X-Tra Zurich, Switzerland / 1999) The Roots

B] Man each world, it ain't no time to recline Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks Never caught speakin to NARC's, that's weak in the parks I'm

Adrenaline (Album Version) The Roots

I hit em wit a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son You don't want no more son?

Slums Nappy Roots

things they would never have Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Cold Town Done seen too many folk down, some put the soul down Done heard my momma cryin if I knew what I know now I'd pro'ly

Pussy Galore (Explicit) The Roots

the cash, the raw, or the pussy galore Yo, gang wars, more pussy galore From the screen to the record store, pussy galore Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore Either the cash, the raw, or

Roots Bob Marley

Roots Natty roots Dread Binghi dread I and I are the roots Some are the dry wood Fe catch up the fire Whoa, Lo ok at that They need some dry wood To cook up the raw food Whoa, look at that

Roots Bob Marley

Roots Natty roots Dread Binghi dread I and I are the roots Some are the dry wood Fe catch up the fire Whoa, Lo ok at that They need some dry wood To cook up the raw food Whoa,

Roots Bob Marley & The Wailers

Roots Natty roots Dread Binghi dread I and I are the roots Some are the dry wood Fe catch up the fire Whoa, Lo ok at that They need some dry wood To cook up the raw food Whoa, look at that I got to survive

Rolling With Heat The Roots

[Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw] Downtown everybody move to the beat Uptown everybody moving the heat Cross-town the party where both sides meet Eastside, westside, there's always beef X2 [Kweli] I tattoo the

The Lesson Gang Starr

Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor I be the nigga blowin up the spot on tour Surely real to the core, old school like eighty-four I never die, and raps till my lungs collapse Then relax until my

Somebody's Gotta Do It (Feat. Jean Grae) The Roots

shit hits the fan I hope y'all out there understand Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it [Riq Gees] Yeah y'all, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist Raw, that's what every soldier in

You Got Me (Feat. Erykah Badu, Eve) The Roots

If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went

I Worship Raw Beats Weatherbox

I cannot think of anything to think about, I search the folds of my brain, I stretch myself towards my destination, We ate roots and sat, I traced pitter-patterns in the grass, See where the wind blows

Rhymes And Ammo/Thirsty! (Explicit) The Roots

(Get Up) When I say rise up, y'all say now Rise up! (Now) Rise up! (Now) When I say lick a shot, say blaow Lick a shot! (blaow) Lick a shot!

Waok (Ay) Rollcall (Explicit) The Roots

(Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw) Downtown everybody move to the beat Uptown everybody moving the heat Cross-town the party where both sides meet Eastside, westside, there's always beef (X2) (Kweli) I tattoo

Kool On (Feat. Greg Porn) The Roots

want a bottle, a place to write my novel I am like heroin to those that hear a rhyme and think How do you find this upper echelon this time Let's toast to better days a beautiful mind and a flow that never

I'll Be Around (Feat. Phonte And Stokley Williams) Brother Ali

again Ladies first safety last nothing under him Watch it crumble then build it up again Long kiss good fright you let it tuck you in Nothing other than human suffering Let your frozen bones shutter in the

The Next Movement (Feat. DJ Jazzy Jeff, Jazzyfatnastees) The Roots

C'mon and yes y'all You are now in tune to the sounds of the legendary foundation Yeah you go Hey you listeners stop what you're doin and set it in motion it's the next movement You listeners stop what

Double Trouble (Feat. Mos Def) The Roots

blast forth with the weaponry [both interwined] Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall or sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down

Raw Amil

who can make it sound like this Don't make Amilliyon have to pull rank Lyrics never on E, I keep a full tank Any nigga that I fuck wit got my name in the bank Yeah you heard me, he got at least my

Raw T.I.

[Chorus:] Ey, You niggas aint raw I don't buy none of that bullshit you tellin me King you'll never be I can see you niggas aint raw Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get Real niggas kno it We

Love For $ale (Feat. Roots Manuva) Jamie Cullum

and still unspoiled Love that's only slightly soiled Love young love for sale Let the poets pipe of love In their childish way I've been through the mill of love Better far than they If you want a thrill

You Don't Know (Feat. Phonte) Lalah Hathaway

loving, babe You don't know how it feels to see you shining You don't know all that I do to keep you smiling I love you more than everything, your heart is all I need Like water in our garden (where the

Rock You (Explicit) The Roots

neuro-linguistic rap hypnotist Making sound waves, prisoners outta the listeners Legendary magnificent dope distributors Man, I remain miles ahead of the game Slang play off the meter cause it's never

Rock You The Roots

Black you can tally up that You never knew that fate cut you until your belly was wet New Delian cat the Fraggle Rock skully is split it's Black comin You can tell it's a hit, comin to drop you nigga

You Got Me Roots

Chorus: Erykah Badu (repeat 2X) If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me (Black Thought) Somebody

The Return To Innocence Lost (Feat. Ursula Rucker) The Roots

Daddy never came with flowers Instead he spent hours at some corner spot With some bar pop named Cookie Putting his thing down Soiling Mommy's sheets with...