me And make a special mark for Hurricane who (?) patiently Chorus Hurricane Accuse a Hurricane Ain't change a damned shame It's life for Hurricane, Hurricane
Translation: Common. Common, Dice Raw, Flo Brown, Jazzyfatnastees, Mos Def, The Roots---Hurricane.
Translation: The Roots. Hurricane.
unknown You don't wanna' cross my little mama And you sure don't wanna mess with me 'Cause there's a wild streak running down from the roots To the top
Rain came down in endless sheets of thunder Lightning bolts split pine trees down to the roots In the shadow of the Astrodome With a hurricane coming
am the pebble in your very own eye I am the sword and your enemy dies I am the storm and the hurricane wind I am the thorn of an unkind friend I am
Divided soul of a troubled man The final fight The final need to understand These tangled roots ripped from the ground Abandonment and worry Forever to
wears a red bandana) [outro] yeah mother fuckers chuck taylor o you thought I forgot about that alias huh im going back to my roots g-unit is dead as
just our own private creation some are replacing imagination with belief as I invent myself, I'm seeing others do the same and when we lose our roots
right Someone to catch the light Draw the blue from the skies into his eyes Carve the lines on his face, a map of the race Juice from the root of a
's out in stores Cause what I'm sayin is uh uh [Fish Scales] Dear fans out in cope cod Big sky Montana, to Atlanta out on boulevard The hurricane just
spits words out Let everybody hate me, make me kill myself I want to lie below the weight of the sky And then I'll rise above the earth in a hurricane
've been checking for the weather and the time I'm like a bag that's dropped and drifting in the wind that blows from hurricanes that comes just after
Wears A Red Bandana) [Outro:] Yeah Mother Fuckers Chuck Taylor O You Thought I Forgot About That Alias Huh Im Going Back To My Roots G-Unit Is
Divided soul of a troubled man The final fight The final need to understand These tangled roots ripped from the ground Abandonment and worry Forever
ever changing world I feel your consecrated arms Entrap my desecrated soul It's like the ocean seeping in Over arid scorching land It's like a hurricane
his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry he was considered elite Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A. Lost connections with his true roots
