| Strike the root, yeah-yeah
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| Strike the root, yo-yo
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| Strike the root
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| Strike the root
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| When there’s no guns to shoot
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| And so we protect the youth
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| That’s how we stri-i-ike the root
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| That’s how we strike the root
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| When there’s no guns to shoot
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| And so we protect the youth
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| That’s how we stri-i-ike the root
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| That’s how we strike the root
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| Control the world like we like puppets on a string
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| For congo, true fi do, we wanna bowl a t’ing
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| You serious, and see we move and run away
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| But still, them can’t blind what when them brothers say
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| Corrupted by evil everyday
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| Them can’t know Jah people, them pine away
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| If them thinks that we’re feeble and easy prey
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| The beast and the juggernaut will walk this way
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| When there’s no guns to shoot
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| And so we protect the youth
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| That’s how we stri-i-ike the root
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| That’s how we strike the root
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| They tell me time and time again, my lord
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| Not just of the evil tree of no thought
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| Can’t go, chopping up them play with new youths
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| Can’t a little when if you loosen the noose
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| Just take your mind outside, they calling my lord
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| Just look within yourself, there’s riches for you
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| If you just can’t make them other excuse
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| Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, when you are the root
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike, strike
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| Strike the roots
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| Whoa
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| Strike the root
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike the roots
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| Strike the roots |