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Grassroots


Artist: 311
Genres: Rock
Total songs: 11
Year: 1994

Silver Lyrics - Grassroots - 311

(Bobby, you be quiet out there) 

 

Don't fear mere words, 'cause if it takes a word to ruin ya 

You should have already heard, you're finished through and soon ya 

See that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious 

Much worse could come of that, so much more delicious 

To the dastardly, bastardly plans of little mice and men 

Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then 

People love to disagree, so avoid the endless bout 

Make no attempt to try and suss the stupid out 

But of the racist institutions, simple minds belong 

Not happy just being human, no wish to get along 

Little people need exclusions, sucker groups to throng 

It makes them feel special, it makes them feel strong 

 

Now I got a click, but it's more like a family Not an ethnic trip, more like an ethic 

See, I write the rhyme today, tell it to you later 

Whether we're coming in whack, or what it's a waste to be a hater 

Graffiti bombs from the palms, love is so strong 

Can't be stopped too long 

For the night it will come 

Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar Ghetto cool 

 

Oh well 

Now you feel the spell 

The color rocks the bell 

The king of swing, rise to the top 

The rhythm possessed in ya and it don't stop 

The muse is broken, the demon locin' 

Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smokin' 

Cloakin' chokin', the lyrics are spoken 

Infrared vision, scopin' condition 

Now breakin' 'em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit 

With a fly Liu-Kang kick in Mortal Kombat and I land it 

So get your own back when I jam it cold and 

Hearing about your rhyme style been outmoded 

The dopest flow upon the planet 

Dope is the word the bro throw up 

On the down low goddammit 

 

You juice your fucking friends like Dracula 

But when we kick you out you're just broke-you-la 

You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell 

Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell 

Now let me tell you something, you fucking piece of shit 

You'll never have no money, now tell me, was it worth it? 

You leave a trail of lies, that's why you keep moving 

We won't come after you, we'd only end up provin' 

In the end, revenge send ends to the defendant 

I know that statement's true, I wear it like a pendant 

I know you'll hear this song so I think it's funny 

The name is ? thief or trust and money 

 

Like Captain Picard, we come hard in light years 

Our star has long bust, but now reappears 

In your sky at night, rising and immense 

Yes, you see ourselves in the shine of it 

And so passing under the dome of the great sky 

Beware, we are the stars, Holmes, that you ruled by 

Where death reborn into the world is a gift 

So the future with no voice of its own will uplift 

All is gone, all is calm, y'all [Repeat: x4] 

Set wrecked in L.A. 

In the Wetlands of New York 

Atlanta and Phoenix 

Portland, Lincoln and N.O. 

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