It Just Don’t Stop The Roots

[Chorus: Malik B]
Dig it, this world is filled with homicides and rape
All the crimes of hate just ain't the size and shape
You can walk down the block and get slumped or knocked
It don't stop, y'all, and it just don't stop
Dig it, this world is filled with homicides and rape
All the crimes of hate just ain't the size and shape
You can walk down the block and get slumped or knocked
It don't stop, y'all, and it just don't stop (Come with it)

[Verse 1: Malik B]
Dig it, I leaves the microphone intrigued with my practice
This rebel sticks to the system like a cactus, avoid sadness
Who knows what is concealed under the mattress?
Lugers, losses and grindles when my mind's in blackness
Then I act this way, the beast unleashed
Rabbis, monks and priests always pray for peace
But it's deceased, now only lives the true real-ness
Open up the mental depths, you've entered to my palace
My thoughts contain the blood sign, plus the malice
Not equatin' to your Wonderland, so fuck Alice
My style is hostile on the external
But got plenty of love and warmth that's internal
This sin colonel surfaces from whispers from the lower
My Noah-like arks and nine hundred and fifty years of knowin'
Your arch rival, they burn a cross, I burn The Bible
Because I'm liable to do this, when my action's crudest
But I'd rather choose to use my diction
Resurrect that blonde, blue-eyed
And put him through another crucifixion
Stay up in your jurisdiction (Say what?)
My depiction is the drama
Through these eyes, I've seen the trauma
Homicides and the source that was phenomenal
When I find out who banged Muwan in his abdominal
Met with Jesus to learn to Burns, not comical
At times, this thing ain't logical
I gots to walk around with my brain on cock
'Cause it can't (Can't), won't (Won't), don't (Don't) stop, dig it