you wanna sing for me Sing a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing a song for me Sing
thing The man, the music that making a king I'm simply building my Ming A million men marchin' like condom [unverified] I'm the King Kong, my verse making the world sing
still eating porridge Me and my cousin used to play Mel & Kim Practising dancin' Coming down the stairs and ting I touched Africa and came back darker Knowing myself Feeling my roots
1, 2, you know what to do Alright, come on I'm uptight super gathered Out of the frame I shake a leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery man I'm
my family, my family Mo Thug music, Mo Thug music Sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug (Sing along, sing
I'ma be me, aight? Cause I'm a man, now check it "I love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -- KRS-One Common! (repeat 3X) *singing
I'ma spit in ya face!!! Kevin! Kevin Rudolf & Lil Wayne Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'ma spit in your face) Singing
the past, we've got to save... [chorus] ... is the only place on earth It's hard to imagine what future will bring Let freedom prevail and our children sing Back to our roots
be me, aight? Cause I'm a man, now check it "i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one Common! (repeat 3x) *singing
you gotta loose your attitude Invite your girls over let 'em meet my man murder We smoke, talk, get acquainted It's get low so you know you gotta sing
[Hook: Method Man (George Clinton)] Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside
let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!') 'Ramo!' ('Ramo!') Raah! A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say 'Man destroys Man
records are straight broke But my language universal they be recitin my quotes While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought, that my man
you got some side plays Tell 'em "naw, it's hard work" (what?), they swear you lyin And then you got to start the case, pleadin and denyin Man you ain
that's called The Roots crew It was me, Qwest Kemal, Hubbard and my man Malik- B, and Rahzel from the NYC Who used ta, scratch and sing, make sounds and
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
fly Well I'd soar to the sun, then I'd look down at the sea Then I'd sing cause I'd know Yes I'd, sing cause I'd know Sing cause I know I know I'm free
all the youth them That me big 'boutcha under roots and culture And the bad bull in the pen Because when I grip the mic (Yes, man) All MC's they do stop