*Big V*
One of 'ems fat and loud
second ones back and proud
third ones drunk and wild
fourth one slip and slide
one of thems just shy
last one is young and wise
homegrown battle tested you gon' love these guys
brought the hood on them guys
the best story told yet bonded against all odds
aint no tearin them apart
swore paded vow til' death do them in
even reincarnation they would do it again!

*Ron Clutch*
Who would ever thought six different strands
would lock together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good
with some watermelon albums sellin coast to coast
across the seas gave everything we could
our tears our sweat our blood, cuz

*Chorus*
I am because we are
we are because I am
Everybody say
We're on a Holiday

Now throw your hands to the sky
turn up the msuic just ride
we representin, why
we're on a Holiday

we are because I am
I am because we are
hey, It's Nappy Roots day
you're on a Holiday

now throw your hands to the sky
vbounce to the music we ride
we represintin right
we're on a holiday


*B. Stille (R. Prophit)
Now we stronger than wood, playa (we tougher than leather)
Us yeaga's hustle together *uh huh not just for the cheddar)
Here we trustin each other (*sayin um you fuck with my brother")
You gotta suffer the reporcautions we come from the gutter
*white kangol white glass six tripped suit with the matching)
boots came from the ostrich blowin smoke out the nostrals
(havin trouble with sudent loans we struggle for too long)
but now we can move on - put that on my tombstone
(we are because I am - aint hard to understand it)
far from a shootin star (rather play on my planet)
Power respect (demanded)
to us, nothing was handed
(play it as loud as you can, and say just how we planned it)

*Chorus*

R. Prophit*
Bring out your kids and just tream 'em
cotton candy plus freedom
raised by *?* and feed em
sweet as Shirtly Temple singin
Clown on the charoselle
Spin on the ferris wheel
its magic floatin, smokin, take up a call from Fish Scales

* Fish Scales*
Man, we liven straight
real playas and real estates
weapons we put away
we reachin out with Nappy Days

R. Prophit*
Sparklers light up the dark fireworks in the park

*Fish Scales*
Shrimp ala car red wine holly tart
like soldiers comein home
watchin after war is gone
skys rainin confetti
singin out the nappy meddlie
wash em away with melodies
irish to ebonies
haitians to the lebonese

*Skinny Deville*
I jot down in my note pad some days considered important to me
the birth of my son the day i signed my first recording agreement
it was sorta like my soul to the devil
and i was kind of like allowing him to keep it
but the true essence of this art form cant be confined to tempation and evil
lots of folks on the grind to this bullshit and my real yeagas stuck around
so this days a tribute - a celebration
I am because we all stay down
Shit, Im gonna keep it Nappy 365 and 7 days a week
we fortunate to make it out and that trap because the forest roots
they runnin deep

*chorus*

today i'm feelin so alive

goodbye

september 16th