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Che: For the orthodox verbal emanates from Auckland,
Phats: Unoriginal techniques to the coffin,
Haz: Military march hi-hats when we’re walking,
Che: Hip-hop to the maximum when we’re talking. Drum fill crash when we they’re, like a one legged man ankle tapped on the stairs
Phats: They try to make us trip over, take a fatal fall, especially when there’s hip-hop involved in dance hall
Haz: A wire to that appeals to all intellect represent my Maori dialect to maximum strength
Che: No defense when intense verbals are thrown wildly to be frank you need that ambulance. Start dialling
Phats: Styling moulding words like clay in an instance preference c.d maybe vinyl preferably
Haz: Separately never severed all ties to this unity, my whanau developed immunity
Che: We got the vaccine, vestax fader still tapping, we hacking your internet fan base for those truly seeking, ears and snowboards got ‘em tweaking, leak information to the lost souls searching for the
Chorus: Roots man. That's what we look for. Roots man that’s what we know x2
Phats: Mix-a-lot sounds with ample mix-a-lot cultures basis of the structure as long as we loving it, Villaj aroma, filling gaps to the maximum, spices diced thoughts rise like helium
Haz: Gasses searching for the answers to the question who is he who am I where do my roots lie, in reply blank drawn for the loss of culture moral quest is on, Haz has sworn
Che: Check your front lawn for your uninvited guest it’s us getting restless rhymes like asbestos inhale (....) chance to be taken when villaj ill skill blowing dust in your faces
Phats: Thinking of a view like a balcony voice box supplies with flem causing mayhem, audio airwaves is the cake that we’re creaming, icing getting thrown everybody getting a taste of the pace from the........
Chorus: Roots man. That's what we look for. Roots man that’s what we know x2
Haz: Results discover back ground evolving investigate we solving evolving my character be molding
Che: Up holding culture strong individual an alternative power source to the fossil fuel
Phats: Re-newel through electric pony express around the country huts to bivouac checked all types of shacks
Haz: Calculated timeline mission to master my native tongue tradition culture faster I yearn to learn, grasping no longer asking is this me or a disguise, roots man that’s where my roots lie
Che: For the orthodox verbal emanates from Auckland,
Phats: Unoriginal techniques to the coffin,
Haz: Military march hi-hats when we’re walking, Hip-hop to the maximum when we’re talking.
Chorus: Roots man. That's what we look for. Roots man that’s what we know x2
Hip Hop. That's what we look for. Hip Hop that’s what we know x2
Roots man. That's what we look for. Roots man that’s what we know x2
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