my southern roots Ain't about my guitars, ain't about my big old amps "It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp" Ain't about excuses or alibis
the knife in the back, well My boy who would've believed your lies? All your lies? And no-one's going to sell you any alibis Alibis You dirty
higher Babylon est un murderer Et moi je suis un binhyman, je suis plus higher Quand Biko prends le mike c?est pour le ROOTS & CULTURE Mes vibrations
suis plus higher Babylon est un murderer Et moi je suis un binhyman, je suis plus higher Quand Biko prends le mike c?est pour le ROOTS & CULTURE
And the knife in the back, well My boy who would've believed your lies? All your lies? And no-one's going to sell you any alibis Alibis You dirty
domino affect I'm blow this hex over the mission Just to administer the indoor sucker punch to (?) its pitiful condition [C-Rayz Walz] With no alibi
je suis plus higher Babylon est un murderer Et moi je suis un binhyman, je suis plus higher Quand Biko prends le mike c?est pour le ROOTS & CULTURE
t good, well how come it spends I give a fuck dolla please or yens ends is ends It ain't hard to tell, thanks to my clientele What you call the root of
Stacey (x3) Points for sparing me (the embarrassment of drunken conduct) Oh to a degree (I've an alibi that I can construct) I have never given up-root