Lyrics containing the term: words with terr root (2025)

Family tree, love, love your rootsLove your rootsFamily tree, love, love your rootsFamily tree, love, love your rootsLove your rootsFamily tree, family tree, family treeFamily tree, love, love your rootsFamily treeIf you love your mother please tellHer that you love herAnd don’t forget to tell your brotherAnd don’t miss your sisAmidst all of this family blissAnd give your mom a big hug and a kissKind words go a long way, write a song todayAnd you might stop someone fromGoing the wrong way don’t delayIt’s my advice think twice and be niceYou just might save a lifeJust one life, is just like saving the worldIt’s more than wealthIt’s just like saving yourselfThe family tree, love your rootsAnd if we all follow suitThen we can begin to bear fruitWe’re gonna make a pact and stop atThe roots and take it backWe all need a familyOh, family tree, love, love your rootsFamily treeIt takes a village to raise a childIt might take the whole worldJust to save a childAnd one of the children justMight save the worldSo we need every boy and girlAnd we all need to walk inThe same path stride for strideWith hearts and arms open wideWith the same kind of mindWith a true love divineAnd never let the blind lead the blindAnd never have no fear be aVoice for the deaf to hearSpread the word so the voicelessOnes can be heardBuild a road where even theLame can roam free for you and meA new world family treeWe’re gonna make a pact and stop atThe roots and take it backWe all need a familyOh, family tree, love, love your rootsFamily treeOkay boys and girls we want youTo rap your brothers and sistersAnd memorize these words with usIf you don't have a brother and sisterYou can use your friendsIf you don't have any friendsWith you right now they will be your friendsTake your timeAnd we're gonna sing this all togetherWhen I count to three, we begin1, 2, 3 - here we go now!

First time he saw the ground get busted He was ten and it was 1952 His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown And the goin' got tough behind them ol' grey mules The farm grew to be a moneymaker And the house he lived in grew up room by room The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin' So he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest moon His neck was red as Alabama clay But the city's call pulled him away He's got a factory job and runs a big machine He don't miss the farm or the fields of green Now the city's just a prison without fences His job is just a routine he can't stand And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands Then one day a picture came inside a letter Of a young girl with a baby in her arms And the words she wrote would change his life forever So he went to raise his family on the farm His neck is red as Alabama clay Now he's goin' home this time to stay Where the roots run deep on the family tree And the tractor rolls through the fields of green His neck is red as Alabama clay Now he's goin' home this time to stay Where the roots run deep on the family tree And the tractor rolls through the fields of green His neck is red as Alabama clay

I grabbed a boat and went abroadIn Baden Baden asked Sigmund FreudHe said "Son, from your sad face remove the grouchPut the body down up on the couchI can see from your frustration a neurotic sublimationHey love and hate is psychosomatic Your Rorsach shows that you're a peri patheticIt all started with a broken siblingIn the words of the famous Rudyard KiplingThat the woman piaba and the man piabaAnd the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass,The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,And the famous grandy scratch scratch.

Well, there's slim times when my words won't rhymeAnd the hills I face are a long hard climbI just sit cross legged with my old guitarOoh, it kind of makes me feel like a rock and roll starWell, it makes me laugh Lord it makes me cryAnd I think for once, let me just get highLet me get electric put a silk suit onTurn my old guitar into a tommy gunAnd root-toot-shoot myself to fameEvery kid alive gonna know my nameAn overnight phenomenon like there's never beenA motivated supersonic king of the sceneI'll be a teenage idol, just give me a breakI'm gonna be a teenage idol no matter how long it takesYou can't imagine what it means to meI'm gonna grab myself a place in historyA teenage idolThat's what I'm gonna beWell, life is short and the world is roughAnd if you're gonna boogie, boy, you got to be toughNobody knows if I'm dead or aliveI just drink myself to sleep each nightAnd so I pray to the teenage god of rockIf I make it big let me stay on topYou got to cut me loose from this one-room divePut me on the ladder keep this boy aliveAnd root-toot-shoot myself to fameEvery kid alive gonna know my nameAn overnight phenomenon like there's never beenA motivated supersonic king of the sceneI'll be a teenage idol, just give me a breakI'm gonna be a teenage idol no matter how long it takesYou can't imagine what it means to meI'm gonna grab myself a place in historyA teenage idol, ah, yeahOoh, that's what I'm gonna be

There was a time when I was feeling incompleteLost in the shadow of the person I could beChasing perfection in every direction, so focused on the endI didn't see the journey and take in every stepEvery long roadSong that I half wroteBrought me to where I amEvery root turns into branchesEvery question leads to answersEven if the seed ain't fully grownThere's beauty in the bonesJust a drop can start a riptideJust a word can change a whole lifeEven if this story ain't been wroteThere's beauty in the bonesIn the bonesIn the bonesIn the bonesIn the bonesIn the bonesIn the bonesIn the bones There was a light inside the darkness I could senseAnd when I found it, that's when beauty all beganCalm in the chaos, I'm not afraid of learning things my heart don't know'Cause every new beginning starts with hopeEvery long roadSong that I half wroteBrought me to where I amEvery root turns into branchesEvery question leads to answersEven if the seed ain't fully grownThere's beauty in the bonesJust a drop can start a riptideJust a word can change a whole lifeEven if this story ain't been wroteThere's beauty in the bonesIn the bones (oh)In the bones In the bones (oh)In the bones In the bones (oh)In the bonesIn the bones There's beauty in the bonesIn the bones (oh)In the bones In the bones (oh)In the bones In the bones (oh)In the bonesIn the bones There's beauty in the bonesLike a half-drawn masterpieceLike a half-played symphonyThere's a beauty imperfectIn the journey and where it all leads toEvery root turns into branchesEvery question leads to answersEven if the seed ain't fully grownThere's beauty in the bones (there's beauty in the bones, yeah)Just a drop can start a riptideJust a word can change a whole life (whole life)Even if this story ain't been wroteThere's beauty in the bonesIn the bones (oh)In the bones (beauty in bones)In the bones (oh)In the bones (beauty in bones)In the bones (oh)In the bonesIn the bones There's beauty in the bonesBeauty in the bonesBeauty in the bonesBeauty in the bonesThere's beauty in the bones

Oh Academia, you can pick me up, soothe me with your words when I need your love.Oooh Academia, Academia, AcademiaOooh Academia, Academia, Academia

Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches.

Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches.

Well there's slim times when my words won't rhymeAnd the hills I face are a long hard climbI just sit cross legged with my old guitarIt kind of makes me feel like a rock and roll starWell it makes me laugh Lord it makes me cryAnd I think for once let me just get highLet me get electric put a silk suit onTurn my old guitar into a tommy gunAnd root-toot-shoot myself to fameEvery kid alive gonna know my nameAn overnight phenomenon like there's never beenA motivated supersonic king of the sceneI'll be a teenage idol, just give me a breakI'm gonna be a teenage idol no matter how long it takesYou can't imagine what it means to meI'm gonna grab myself a place in historyA teenage idol that's what I'm gonna beWell life is short and the world is roughAnd if you're gonna boogie boy you got to be toughNobody knows if I'm dead or aliveI just drink myself to sleep each nightAnd so I pray to the teenage god of rockIf I make it big let me stay on topYou got to cut me loose from this one room divePut me on the ladder keep this boy alive

There once was a teacher of great renownWhose words were like tablets of stoneBecause it's easier to learn than unlearnBecause we've passed the point of no returnGather your goods and follow meOr you will surely dieI was only a child of the cityMy parents were children of immigrant stockSo we followed as followers goOver the mountain with a napkin of snowAnd ate the berries and the roots that growAlong the timberlineDeeper and deeper the dreamer of loveSleeps on a quilt of starsIt's coldSometimes you can't catch your breathIt's coldTime in abundance thickened his stepSo the teacher divided in twoOne half ate the forests and the fieldsThe other half sucked all the moisture from the cloudsAnd we, we were amazed at the power of his appetiteDeeper and deeper the dreamer of loveSleeps on a quilt of starsSometimes we don't know who we areSometimes force overpowers us and we cryMy teacher, carry me homeCarry me home, my teacherCarry me homeCarry me home, my teacherCarry me homeCarry me home, my teacherCarry me home

I guess he's a real son-of-gunTake the old man's advice, be niceAnd lose the F wordNo, no in country music you justCan't say the F wordOh we've come a long way but it'sBest if that one's not heardOh we've had some hells and damnsBut we don't say "bitch" we say"why yes ma'am"Cause in country music you justDon't use the F wordToday's hot new countryIt sounds pretty good to meBut it's time for basicsOur roots and some realityYou got to scrape me off the ceilingMrs hawkins says it with feelingBut in country music you justCan't say the F wordNo, no in country music you justCan't say the F wordOh we've come a long way but it'sBest if that one's not heardOh we've had some hells and damnsBut we don't say "bitch" we say"why yes ma'am"Cause in country music you justDon't use the F wordSome of these guys say it 500 timesBut in country music you don'tUse it one damn lineOh in country music we don't say the F word

Sometimes I want to light up underneath the no smoking signSometimes I wished they'd tell me how justice got so blindI wish they'd just leave me alone cause I'm doing alrightYou can take your change on down the road and leave me here with mineCause that ain't my America, that ain't this country's rootsYou want to slam ol Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' youI'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blueThat ain't us, That ain't my America, That ain't My AmericaYeah I was standing there in Dallas, waiting on a planeI overheard an old man tell a young soldier thanksYoung soldier hung his head and said its hard to believeYou're the only one that took the time to say a word to meAnd the old man saidThat ain't my America, that ain't this country's rootsYou want to slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' youYeah I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blueThat ain't us, That ain't my America, That ain't My AmericaIt's to the women and men in their hands they hold a bible and a gunAnd they ain't afraid of nothing when they're holding either one, oh, uhNow there's kids that cant pray in school, hundred dollar tanks of gas,I can tell you right now this country ain't, ain't supposed to be like thatNo, that ain't my America, that ain't this country's rootsYou want to slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' youYeah I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blueThat ain't us, that ain't my, that ain't my America, oh no, That Ain't My AmericaNo, no, no, no, oh, oh, uh huh, that ain't my America, oh no

MmmI pray I leave before you're goneA bird with a word came to meThe sweetness of a honeycomb treeAnd now I look, what's taking over meCouldn't fake it if I wanted toI had to wake up, just to make it throughI got my patience and I'm making dueI learned my lessons from the ancient rootsI choose to follow what the greatest doA bird with a word came to meThe sweetness of a honeycomb treeAnd now I look, what's taking over meCouldn't fake it if I wanted toI had to wake up, just to make it throughI got my patience and I'm making dueI learned my lessons from the ancient rootsI choose to follow what the greatest doHey, my little youth is cryingI'm almost home, almost homeLook no further riots, mmmWorking my fingers to the boneSee I do the best I can, mmmMama was a farmer, mmmPapa was a gonner, mmm

What's my name? What's my name?Yeah, I heard you good with them soft lipsYeah you know word of mouthThe square root of sixty nine is eight something, right?

Words get written, words get twistedOld meanings move in the drift of timeLift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows changeThe features of the faces cut in unmoving stoneBad mouth on a prayer dayHope no one's listeningRoots down in the wet clayBranches glisteningTrue disciples carrying that messageTo color just a little with their personal touchHome-spun fancy weavers and naked half believersCrusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snowBad mouth on a prayer dayHope no one's listeningRoots down in the wet clayBranches glisteningRoots to branchesRoots to branchesRoots to branchesIn wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedralsHigh on lofty minarets or in a temples of doomI hope the old man's got his face onHe'd better be some quick change artistSuffer little children to make their minds up soonBad mouth on a prayer dayHope no one's listeningRoots down in the wet clayBranches glisteningRoots to branchesRoots to branchesRoots to branchesRoots to branchesRoots to branchesRoots to branches

(Here we go), come on (Here we go), come on (Here we go, did we miss the show?) No, no no nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word No nono nono nono, no we didn't, w-w-w-word No we didn't, (Well don't get us wrong) Excuse but um, excuse but umm, excuse Roots crew you're on Uh uh on....

(Here we go), come on (Here we go), come on (Here we go, did we miss the show?) No, no no no no, no we didn't, w-w-w-word No no no no no no no, no we didn't, w-w-w-word No we didn't, (Well don't get us wrong) Excuse but um, excuse but umm, excuse Roots crew you're on Uh uh onWell it, started on-a O'Saints Avenue When we came up with the squad 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 things For example, check out this telephone ring (Hello?

There once was a teacher of great renownWhose words were like tablets of stoneTo navigate the sea of sadnessTo shield the fragile mind from madnessGather your goods and follow meAs all around you perishWell, I was only a child of the cityMy parents were children of immigrant stockSo we followed as followers goOver the mountain with a napkin of snowAnd ate the berries and the roots that growAlong the timberlineDeeper and deeper the dreamer of loveSleeps on a quilt of starsIt's coldIt's coldTime in abundance thickened his stepSo the teacher divided in twoOne half ate the forests and the fieldsThe other half sucked all the moisture from the cloudsAnd we, like fools, were amazed by the power of his appetiteDeeper and deeper the dreamer of loveSleeps on a quilt of starsIt's coldAll that remains of the follower's fateAre the remnants of charred photographsThe teacher is buried under rubble stoneAnd the wind reads his words at lastDeeper and deeper the dreamer of loveSleeps on a quilt of stars

Her mama picked him up in south MinnesotaHe promised her the world but they never got that farFor he was last seen in that '59 DeSotaWhen Sally was born in the black hills of DakotaShe was washed in the blood of the dying Sioux nationRaised with a proud but a wandering heartAnd she knew that her roots were in the old reservationBut she had stars in her eyes and graeter expectationsNo rings on her fingers no bells on het toesWith bugs on her headlightsAnd runs in her hoseThrough the valley of the shadow of Roosevelt's noseAdios, South Dakota, adios Sally RoseThey've got a national monument carved out of stoneOn the side of a mountain where her forefathers roamedPlaying cowboys and Indians right under the noseOf Theodore Roosevelt and the sweet Sally RoseSo she left Rapid City in the blue moonlight hourWith her eye on the highway and her foot on the floorAnd turnin' the dial she was pulled by the powerOf the word coming out of that broadcasting tower

Yo.. whatever happened to Leonard Parts One to Five?Word up, I don't know, anyway, Roots up you knowUhh, as we do it like thisRoots up, Roots up [repeat: x 4]Roots up... up, Roots up, upRoots up, Roots up, upRoots up, Roots up, upRoots up, Roots up from the groundRoots up, Roots up with the soundRoots up, Roots up From the groundRoots up, Roots gettin' on downRoots up, dig itRoots up y'all, Roots up y'allRoots is up, Roots is up, Roots is up y'allRoots is up y'all, Roots is up y'allRoots is up, Roots is up, Roots is up y'allRoots is up..

Like that y'all, and yo, I'm flowin', my part of the songIt's goin, it's goin, it's goneNow, go get your dictionary and your PictionaryCause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carriesWords and hers like some cattle in the steeplePeople, there's no equal, or no sequelSO policies, of equalities, get abolishedDemolished, distortion of the static's gettin' polishedUrges of splurge and words will just be mergedTogether, damn it's quite clever, howeverYou never, can sound alike, lyrics don't be poundin' likeThese, troops, who be's, RootsInsult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmical vultureApproach ya, with Magnetic shit that's UltraI make MC's dangle like a bangleStrangle from every angle, my lingo hingles and it janglesUnder Kangols, nah them niggas don't want to tangle'Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mangoTo be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasureMeasure, in any weather, value more than the treasureBaby, you say you maybe, then come in to flexNow you wonder what's next

The phone slips from a loose gripWords were missed then, some apology"I didn't want to tell you thisNo, it's just some guy she's been hangin' out withI don't know, the past couple weeks, I guess"Well, thank you and hang up the phoneLet the funeral start, hear the casket closeLet's pin split-black ribbons to our overcoatsWell, laughter pours from under doorsIn this house, I don't understand that sound no moreIt seems artificial, like a TV setWell, haligh, haligh, a lie, halighThis weight, it must be satisfiedYou offer only one replyYou know not what you doBut you tear and tear your hair from rootsFrom that same head you have twice removedA lock of hair you said would proveOur love would never dieWell, ha ha haAnd I remember everythingThe words we spoke on freezing South StreetAnd all those mornings watching you get ready for schoolYou combed your hair inside the mirrorThe one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tearsSomething 'bout those bright colorsWould always make you feel betterBut now we speak with ruined tonguesThe words we say aren't meant for anyoneJust a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintanceBut there was once youYou said you hate my sufferingYou understood, you'd take care of meYou'd always be thereWhere are you now?

It's the season of the golden leavesWhen the wind turns into a bitter breezeI was walking through the oak leaves on the hillWith my lady, oh she's got a strong willAnd I see her through these ever-clouded eyesThis time it's goodbye and I can't answer whyMaybe it's because I ain't quite shy of running yetOr maybe it's because I'm the hometown boy in the spotlightBut my roots ain't in the groundThey're on the roadSettle down was all I ever heard from herIf you cared,she said, "you would weigh my wordsBut my life doesn't ride on the factory roadBaby, don't ask me why, I can't even pretend to know

Yo what was you thinkin'You buggin' off the energy the king bringA delivery that you're forever rememberingAyo I'm out there, ayo I'm still out thereS-P (worldwide) out there, check it outIt's the Roots, we out thereAyo I'm still out there, Roots Crew out thereCheck it out, ayo I'm out thereWe infinitely out there, worldwide son check it outOut there check it out (S-P), ayo I'm out thereAyo I'm still out there, what what (P-5-D, Roots Crew out there)Check it out, it's like