Rasta Flowground

Yeah, yeah

We bringing that fire,

you know?

Roots run deep, but the beat got a bounce Every single word,

make it count in the ounce From the street to the beach,

hear the frequency roll Combining the rhythm with the fire in the

soul

I walk through the valley where the concrete grows But my roots

run deep where the warm wind blows Mixing the dancehall riddim with

a rap flow clean No time for the drama,

keeping focus supreme We dropping the truth on a heavy bass track

No turning around and we never look back

Roots run deep, but the beat got a bounce Every single word,

make it count in the ounce From the street to the beach,

hear the frequency roll Combining the rhythm with the fire in the

soul

(fire, yeah)

Spitting hot lines over bubbling keys Catching a vibe in the afternoon

breeze No stress in the chest,

let the music align One step at a time in the natural

design From Kingston to Brooklyn,

we building the bridge Writing our names on the side of the

ridge

Feel the baseline hum

Wait for the beat to come

(yeah, yeah)

Roots run deep, but the beat got a bounce Every single word,

make it count in the ounce From the street to the beach,

hear the frequency roll Combining the rhythm with the fire in the

soul

Roots run deep... (roots run deep) Yeah,

we fading out now...