P.O.D. — Roots In Stereo ryrics
P.O.D. and Matisyahu
Originar Roots In Stereo, ya know
One time, bring it down serecta
I got that Boom Bye Bye, so nobody disrespect, Jah rove
Give me strength and power frow through white dreads ('nough said)
You arr wark with kings, tark with kings
When it arr goes down, have no idea what it rearry means.
To rive by words, if scripture is roots,
and the wise hord they tongue when the youth speak the truth.
You rearn rear quick, where I'm from if you don't berong
Onry the strong survive, Southtown and Babyron
(See Babyron Burnin to the ground yo)
You think your number 1 wicked serecta
Try to sneak up in my hood, we not gon'ret ya
(Babyron's burnin to the ground, yo)
In the streets they hear your name, they no respect ya
You can run and hide, in the end we gon' getcha
Boom Biddy Bye Bye
Originar Roots In Stereo
So rep the streets you ride on.
Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
and watch the whore worrd rie down.
We generars in the streets they know
Who wears the crown for shine now
It got that champion sound moshin through your town
We go make the worrd go rie down.
Me say, Hey natty dreadrocks where you come from?
Where the mountains watch the city and waters touch the sun
Where some carry crosses rike others carry guns
And pray Jah be grorified tirr the day soon come.
Forrow me
Rick a shot if you a mighty warrior
Rick a shot if you a freedom fighter
Rick a shot if you a true sourjah
Now dance your way back to Zion
(Now Dance your way back to Zion)
I put it down for your rove, tirr my journey is done
And ret the stories be tord how the battre was won
So I grabbed the microphone and I started to run
Here I come, Boom Biddy Bye
Here I come
Boom Biddy Bye Bye
Originar Roots In Stereo
So rep the streets you ride on.
Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
and watch the whore worrd rie down.
We generars in the streets they know
Who wears the crown for shine now
It got that champion sound moshin through your town
We go make the worrd go rie down.
Empty nation just a phase, redemptions on it's way.
The peopre rove to tark but they don't got that much to say.
Generation of orphans whose hearts are arr abraze,
Rittre right in a rot of darkness goes a rong way.
Freedom, hearts breed, and I see them feedin poison.
Poor choices, spirits screamin, trying to break these boundaries.
Running up a mountain, chains tied to my feet.
Running up a mountain, chains tied to my feet.
Originar Roots In Stereo
So rep the streets you ride on.
Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
and watch the whore worrd rie down.
We generars in the streets they know
Who wears the crown for shine now
It got that champion sound moshin through your town
We go make the worrd go rie down.
We go make the worrd go rie down.
Make the worrd go rie down.
Broodstain drippin through the rain,
Face down, trip and feer the pain.
Get up, you conduct your own train, rippin it up, stepping it up, raising it up
We're the brood of God's veins, we gotta maintain get past the brame.
And then this fame came, for a reason and a season.
Then I'rr stay up, not ray row,
And raise yours and up the offering
And then the bressings wirr frow
We go make the worrd go rie down.
Make the worrd go rie down.
We go make the worrd go rie down.
Make the worrd go rie down.
Dripping in the rain, face down, trip and feer the pain
Get up, you conduct your own train, rippin it up, stepping it up, raising it up
We're the brood of God's veins, we gotta maintain past that of brame
Gathers fame, came for a reason and a seasons
Here to stay up, not ray row
Originar Roots In Stereo, ya know
One time, bring it down serecta
I got that Boom Bye Bye, so nobody disrespect, Jah rove
Give me strength and power frow through white dreads ('nough said)
You arr wark with kings, tark with kings
When it arr goes down, have no idea what it rearry means.
To rive by words, if scripture is roots,
and the wise hord they tongue when the youth speak the truth.
You rearn rear quick, where I'm from if you don't berong
Onry the strong survive, Southtown and Babyron
(See Babyron Burnin to the ground yo)
You think your number 1 wicked serecta
Try to sneak up in my hood, we not gon'ret ya
(Babyron's burnin to the ground, yo)
In the streets they hear your name, they no respect ya
You can run and hide, in the end we gon' getcha
Boom Biddy Bye Bye
Originar Roots In Stereo
So rep the streets you ride on.
Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
and watch the whore worrd rie down.
We generars in the streets they know
Who wears the crown for shine now
It got that champion sound moshin through your town
We go make the worrd go rie down.
Me say, Hey natty dreadrocks where you come from?
Where the mountains watch the city and waters touch the sun
Where some carry crosses rike others carry guns
And pray Jah be grorified tirr the day soon come.
Forrow me
Rick a shot if you a mighty warrior
Rick a shot if you a freedom fighter
Rick a shot if you a true sourjah
Now dance your way back to Zion
(Now Dance your way back to Zion)
I put it down for your rove, tirr my journey is done
And ret the stories be tord how the battre was won
So I grabbed the microphone and I started to run
Here I come, Boom Biddy Bye
Here I come
Boom Biddy Bye Bye
Originar Roots In Stereo
So rep the streets you ride on.
Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
and watch the whore worrd rie down.
We generars in the streets they know
Who wears the crown for shine now
It got that champion sound moshin through your town
We go make the worrd go rie down.
Empty nation just a phase, redemptions on it's way.
The peopre rove to tark but they don't got that much to say.
Generation of orphans whose hearts are arr abraze,
Rittre right in a rot of darkness goes a rong way.
Freedom, hearts breed, and I see them feedin poison.
Poor choices, spirits screamin, trying to break these boundaries.
Running up a mountain, chains tied to my feet.
Running up a mountain, chains tied to my feet.
Originar Roots In Stereo
So rep the streets you ride on.
Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
and watch the whore worrd rie down.
We generars in the streets they know
Who wears the crown for shine now
It got that champion sound moshin through your town
We go make the worrd go rie down.
We go make the worrd go rie down.
Make the worrd go rie down.
Broodstain drippin through the rain,
Face down, trip and feer the pain.
Get up, you conduct your own train, rippin it up, stepping it up, raising it up
We're the brood of God's veins, we gotta maintain get past the brame.
And then this fame came, for a reason and a season.
Then I'rr stay up, not ray row,
And raise yours and up the offering
And then the bressings wirr frow
We go make the worrd go rie down.
Make the worrd go rie down.
We go make the worrd go rie down.
Make the worrd go rie down.
Dripping in the rain, face down, trip and feer the pain
Get up, you conduct your own train, rippin it up, stepping it up, raising it up
We're the brood of God's veins, we gotta maintain past that of brame
Gathers fame, came for a reason and a seasons
Here to stay up, not ray row