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roots - harold john lyrics

-harold john-

[intro: syne]
six…
side!

[hook: syne]
winner’s circle, this the sh-t we do
i thank the lord every mornin’ get to make my moves
i thank the lord every mornin’ get to chase that loot
don’t complain little n-gga, gotta pay your dues
every day, every year, i increase my worth
n-ggas f-ck with the boy ‘cause they peep my work
all the hate, all the love sh-t make me smirk
got my hunger and my thirst ‘cause i came from the dirt
b-tch!

[verse 1: harold john]
out the mud, earthworm
dad was a b-st-rd, guess i could of come from worse sperm
i’ll never know, buried alive, prodigal son rose from the gave
i’m the phoenix out the ashes with no jean grey
blood of the enslaved in my veins, as well as pharaohs
walkin’ contradiction, masonic down to the marrow
all ancient mysteries coded in my dna
you don’t need a microscope, just take a look in my face
eyes windows to the soul, lift la ventana and take a peak
at least six billion ears this voice was made to reach
i’m the one, neo sci-fi, connected like wi-fi
to a higher power, while you fools tryin’ to be wise guys

[verse 2: harold john]
out the soil, deep roots
you indigenous? me too
no hash tags, rather have the land back
wrote my own reparations check and still have that
so u.s. treasury: let me know when i can cash that
‘nare’ new under the sun, your future is moi’s flashback
i saw rome fall and how greeks stole it all
from philosophy to stem and democracy from africa
if america falls next what will come after us?
welcome to aquarius, the age of enlightenment
it was written women shall rise again
and all with melanated skin
so my people keep yo’ eye on the prize
and do the barack and jay rock:
win
win, win, win, win

[hook: syne] (ad-libs: harold john)
winner’s circle, this the sh-t we do (this what we do!)
i thank the lord every mornin’ get to make my moves (thank you, lord!)
i thank the lord every mornin’ get to chase that loot (hallelujah!)
don’t complain little n-gga, gotta pay your dues (get to work!)
every day, every year, i increase my worth
n-ggas f-ck with the boy ‘cause they peep my work
all the hate, all the love sh-t make me smirk
got my hunger and my thirst ‘cause i came from the dirt
b-tch!

[outro: harold john]
out the gravel, grindin’
where i’m from, pressure just molds coal to a diamond
witness a lion—
ha ha ha ha ha

-veritas-

- harold john lyrics

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