P.O.D. and Matisyahu
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Original Roots In Stereo, ya know
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One time, bring it down selecta
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I got that Boom Bye Bye, so nobody disrespect, Jah love
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Give me strength and power flow through white dreads ('nough said)
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You all walk with kings, talk with kings
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When it all goes down, have no idea what it really means.
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To live by words, if scripture is roots,
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and the wise hold they tongue when the youth speak the truth.
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You learn real quick, where I'm from if you don't belong
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Only the strong survive, Southtown and Babylon
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(See Babylon Burnin to the ground yo)
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You think your number 1 wicked selecta
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Try to sneak up in my hood, we not gon'let ya
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(Babylon's burnin to the ground, yo)
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In the streets they hear your name, they no respect ya
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You can run and hide, in the end we gon' getcha
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Boom Biddy Bye Bye
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Original Roots In Stereo
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So rep the streets you ride on.
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Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
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and watch the whole world lie down.
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We generals in the streets they know
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Who wears the crown for shine now
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It got that champion sound moshin through your town
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We go make the world go lie down.
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Me say, Hey natty dreadlocks where you come from?
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Where the mountains watch the city and waters touch the sun
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Where some carry crosses like others carry guns
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And pray Jah be glorified till the day soon come.
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Follow me
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Lick a shot if you a mighty warrior
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Lick a shot if you a freedom fighter
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Lick a shot if you a true souljah
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Now dance your way back to Zion
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(Now Dance your way back to Zion)
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I put it down for your love, till my journey is done
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And let the stories be told how the battle was won
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So I grabbed the microphone and I started to run
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Here I come, Boom Biddy Bye
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Here I come
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Boom Biddy Bye Bye
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Original Roots In Stereo
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So rep the streets you ride on.
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Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
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and watch the whole world lie down.
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We generals in the streets they know
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Who wears the crown for shine now
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It got that champion sound moshin through your town
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We go make the world go lie down.
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Empty nation just a phase, redemptions on it's way.
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The people love to talk but they don't got that much to say.
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Generation of orphans whose hearts are all ablaze,
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Little light in a lot of darkness goes a long way.
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Freedom, hearts bleed, and I see them feedin poison.
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Poor choices, spirits screamin, trying to break these boundaries.
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Running up a mountain, chains tied to my feet.
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Running up a mountain, chains tied to my feet.
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Original Roots In Stereo
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So rep the streets you ride on.
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Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
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and watch the whole world lie down.
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We generals in the streets they know
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Who wears the crown for shine now
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It got that champion sound moshin through your town
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We go make the world go lie down.
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We go make the world go lie down.
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Make the world go lie down.
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Bloodstain drippin through the rain,
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Face down, trip and feel the pain.
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Get up, you conduct your own train, rippin it up, stepping it up, raising it up
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We're the blood of God's veins, we gotta maintain get past the blame.
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And then this fame came, for a reason and a season.
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Then I'll stay up, not lay low,
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And raise yours and up the offering
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And then the blessings will flow
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We go make the world go lie down.
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Make the world go lie down.
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We go make the world go lie down.
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Make the world go lie down.
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Dripping in the rain, face down, trip and feel the pain
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Get up, you conduct your own train, rippin it up, stepping it up, raising it up
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We're the blood of God's veins, we gotta maintain past that of blame
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Gathers fame, came for a reason and a seasons
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Here to stay up, not lay low
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Roots In Stereo
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