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

"[Chorus] (I will not apologize) I will not apologize (I will not apologize) I will not apologize This is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize Some won't get it for that I won't

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

a spatula Now put that sucker in a box like Dracula I led the devil in a dance An electric slide across the line I drew up in the sand Dead ended Love is like a harlequin's romance Lost between sips of

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,

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

Flame on the trail headed for the powder keg Last place in the race I ain't never led Like I ain't never bled, time to get up out of bed Serving in the army of one, it's on again [Chorus 2X: Dice Raw

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

Grab the whole planet by the purse strings Emcees are earthlings, not built to hurt things Speakin' the words of weaklings, nothin' but sweet things Man, each world, it ain't no time to recline Act up,

Tip The Scale (Feat. Dice Raw) The Roots

I got a job Rob Peter to pay Paul Now I realize it’s the winner that takes all Do what I gotta do because I can’t take loss Picture me living life as if I’m some animal That consumes its own dreams like

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

on the mic Make one minute rhymes that don't come out right (They bite) Aiyo, they never write (That's not polite) Word up, am I lyin?

Black Rock (Feat. Dice Raw) The Roots

like Cattle in a slaughterhouse But fuck that grow another here's a quarter ounce It ain't no hydro, but it gets you high though Them niggas look like cops what the fuck do I know At the end of this tunnel

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

What the fuck what what what Nuttin new nuttin new What Nuttin new check Nuttin new nuttin new y'all not sayin nuttin new I represent the legendary Fifth Dynasty crew Nuttin new nuttin new y'all not sayin

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

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

it I did it, make rhymes in five minutes Mind of a Dennis, crimes of a menace Press rewind, see what you find in my image Take you niggas back to the line of the scrimmage ?

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

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

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

the mic and take it over son Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Wild Noid Get on the mic and perpetratin is void [Dice Raw] Ya leave niggaz missin in action like their dads in the projects My style like

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

Clones The Roots

can see me for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home Master Allah Rule

Don`t See Us The Roots

will get crept, wit no discrept You know the rep, we keep the flows in check [Dice Raw] The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk

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

maze like a experiment Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo [Chorus - 2x] You Don't See Us, but we see you You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept

Kool On (Feat. Greg Porn) The Roots

Ooh Come get your kool on Stars are made to shine [x4] Stars are made to shine [Verse 1: Greg Porn] I'm in the double G, three-piece tux Screaming dressed to kill Hope somebody call my bluff It's

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

Kool On (Feat. Greg Porn & Truck North) The Roots

’m paying the extra charge To feel like something small is worth a hundred large Swag is on retard charm is on massage Wit is on guard I challenge you to a duel Who needs a chain when every thought`s a

God’s Dice Pearl Jam

God’s Dice It's out of my hands making all hands meet Stop crumbling and stumbling out of reach It's in the cards Your destiny, your sanity in tow Designate my luck Resignate...

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

[Black Thought] Well it's the raw regees, thoroughbred from Philly My name Black Thought, my girl's the Black LILIES Some people try to front like "I ain't feelin it really" But that's silly, cuz how the

Gods' Dice Pearl Jam

God's Dice Time: 2:26 Ament It's out of my hands making your hands meet. Stumble rises crumbling out of reach. It's in the cards of destiny your sanity in tow. Designate my luck. Uh resignate.

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?

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

Porn Leah Andreone

Joseph Graham gave me all I want in a language I can't understand Just a smile in a parking lot I turned the page and his sister was there Sister girl, will you rescue me Be my friend in my fantasy I'm

Pussy Galore (Explicit) The Roots

Dancin' on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step off stage and scream for more All I see, pussy galore Snap my fingers, make you mine If not, I'll snap a second time After that, I guarantee

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

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

Rhymes And Ammo/Thirsty! (Explicit) The Roots

(blaow) [Verse 1: Black Thought] A'yo everybody on they jawns Cartoons is hardcore porn It ain't no afterschool paper routes and mowin lawns Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron Coming to school shootin

Apologize Luther Vandross

Before you make your mind up, hear me I just want you to see things clearly This should be about love, not money Don’t let him try to take you from me I don’t wanna have to apologize I don’t wanna

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?

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

Apologize Ed Ames

In the fury of the moment when the words of wrath rang out When my mind was filled with questions and my head was filled with doubt I can still see sadness heartbreak and the sorrow in your eyes How can

No Roots Amy Macdonald

Somewhere out there's a dream that's not forgotten But this world is never stopping for me But I will try and I will keep on trying I set my goals there's no denying Never stop fighting For What I

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

I Apologize Neal McCoy

that I Could change all the wrong things into right I apologize I have been so blind and full of pride I forgot to see What a good thing I was throwing away The love you had for me And baby, sweet baby

Sleep (Feat. Son Little) The Roots

Like when autumn leaves fall Down from the trees There goes my honey bee I’ve lost a lot of sleep to dreams And I do not miss them yet I wouldn’t wish them on than worst of enemies Let them burn go from

Somebody`s Gotta Do It 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

Somebody's Gotta Do It The Roots

shit hits the fan I hope ya'll out there understand Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical perfectionist Raw, that's what every soldier in my collective

Apologize Peter, Paul & Mary

I would like to apologize for my friend, here; He hasn't been himself for a long, long time. From the beginning of his minding other people's dids and don'ts.

Criminal (Feat. Truck North, Saigon) The Roots

the greater good, I'm back from Hollywood And I ain't changed a lick, though I know I probably should But, what I'm doin' is not a good look I never did it by the good book as a lifetime crook All

No Roots Faithless

room for all We just want to have to hold [2x] [Maxi Jazz & Dido] No roots, no tree, no family, no me [Maxi Jazz] Our first fuck was more planning than luck I had a deep understanding of what makes

Apologize George Tandy, Jr.

I was out of line, so out of touch I was out of hope, stopped believing in us, I was out of confidence for all these years, so out of control, I use your love as a crutch, then out of the blue you was