Water The Roots

[Part 1: "The First Movement"]

[Intro: Black Thought]
South Philly, Northside
Oakland, Texas
Georgia, Black people
Ugh, ugh, ugh, yo
Worldwide, it's for my nigga
Know what I'm saying? Yo
Dumb and blind

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
They say a record ain't nothing if it's not touching, gripping
Draw you in closer, make you want to listen to it
And if you real ill at making music, the listener feel like he living through it
That's how my nigga do it
I met Slacks back in Lyte, '91, rapping
We went to Millersville to get away from gun-clapping
It ain't last; I be in class dreaming 'bout
Fifty thousand fans up in the stands, screaming out:
"Encore!" Yo, I'm headed back to Philly
Nigga, you rollin' with me? I'm tryna get busy
We walked dogs that was off the chain
Lot of times, at the shows, people hardly came
I just took it in stride as part of the game
But inside, people down with me started to change
It was a couple things: lil' syrup, lil' pills
Instead of riding out on the road, you'd rather chill
I know the way the pleasure feel—I'm not judging
But still I'm on a mission, yo, I'm not bugging
I got fam that can't stop drugging, they can't sleep
They can't stick to one subject, they can't eat
It's people steady coming at me out in the street
Like, "'Riq, yo, what up with your peeps?" It gets deep, nigga