The Roots Lyrics

Going back to the roots now speaking the truth

Never been in the game and I never felt fame

But that's not my aim, I'm just looking to stake my claim

On this whole world, watch it spiral

Then where do I go? Back to the lab to mix up a concoction

Blow up that spot then think back when

First started putting memories on paper

Counting syllables, making sure that it rhyme

Being told it's no good, finding no direction

No clue where I stood, gave it up

Walked away in search of bills to pay

Find a way to live this American dream

It seems it was all unseen, I just didn't take myself

Seriously, but seriously

Maybe that message was legit

Maybe I could've opened up in Talib

Maybe there was a home for me

Inside this rap industry

Yeah, maybe there was a home for me

Inside this rap industry

Yeah, maybe there was a home for me

Inside this rap industry

I refuse to play by the rules set up by fools

And don't believe that people like me

Can actually achieve the greatest gifts

Because I sift through the bullshit empty the full clip

Into this mic on site no fight, just Get it done right

First try

Every time I spit a line like

As I sit here at this coffee table

Scribbling words on a blank page

Listening to music that may never take the stage

I ponder life and piano, I paint memories sung in soprano

But the author of the song, I don't know

It's a game I play, late at night

While my mind is in a smoky haze

I capitalize on the unsung hero

Let my mind wander, back to sidewalk chalk and river beds

Walking the walking and

Wanting dreads, discovering my distaste for myself

Reinventing the wheel, falling in love

Making mistakes and fucking shit up

But I'm past that, I can look back

But it's only forward from here, I told myself I could

But I don't know if I can withstand to be the man

That I know that I am, if I can stand on my own two feet

Then surely I can meet any deadline

Any goal that I set, gotta place my bets

On the flip pair of shoes like I got nothing to lose

So serve me up the coffee

There's no sleep tonight, I got songs to write

Got a life to narrate

Got a bottle full of sin to incinerate

Got feelings to incarcerate

Deep inside the mind

You find you can't hide from the truth

It don't matter the proof, any number will do

To drown the number of sorrows that can't swim up the bottle

So at the bottom they sit while I spit

Venom into this microphone, like cypher to cypher

The life of rapper skills, trapper skills

Magic pills, electric drills, BP oil spill

Messing up their water still

Gangsta kills

Still no different than a war front kill

Excuse me, I don't mean to be

Hating or generating conspiracy

But clearly we in a fucked up place

It's the mic that I possess, it's the speakers that I wreck

It's these sucka wannabe MCs that I put in check

Yeah, you can write a rhyme, but it lacks in substance

Bitch this, fuck that,

Show no intelligence

In the way you rap, just follow the tracks

And double on back to your go-to

I challenge you to step off that high horse

Don't even ask why for, you and your high whore

Suckin' down that posion ya say Is die for

Couldn't give a damn for

Life or the mistakes you make

Take those to your grave

It's in sin that you bathe

And that feeling that ya crave

Like ceiling you cave

From the weight of the storm

Or the blade of the sword

There's no way to afford

The evil that swarms

We heathens be warned

Go blow in the horn

And announce the arrival

My American Idol

We'll call it the rival