Lyrics:
Root The Last Gate

Excellency Hunger for eternity. So the struggle lasts to these days And will last forever. You are only ordinary humans, Humans before gates. Before closed gates

like my last gates Superhead, gave the low scoop to Halle She said, before Whitney, she was fucking with Bobby Mos Def, The Roots, Common and Nelly Ice

to listen, full of lunacy and mystified, nathless the Last is coming and I am arising again, seized with insatiable desire for knowledge, The last

if you rock the mic whack And that's the way it is 'cuz yo it's like that Money, money y'all It be the root of all evil Money, money y'all It makes

I cut little paper flowers In August, I drank cold tea all my lonesome In October, I was introduced to scourers I love New York Saturdays But Mondays last

't So we're coming to the last dance I've got another request With your best foot forward We'll lay this ghost to rest So we're coming to the last dance

. Compensalism at the expanse of the Human Race Isn't cause for pride. It's the Realm of Slumbers. An Utopian place. The last shelter of your life. I felt my roots

ass Out time in Hell draws to the last We call upon the Master of the Pit Have you got a toilet? I must take a shit! Open your gates, Lord of Hate Or

my last gates Superhead, gave the low scoop to Halle She said, before Whitney, she was fucking with Bobby Mos Def, The Roots, Common and Nelly Ice Cube