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Roots Manuva

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    Roots Manuva:
    Aint nothin but this uncut croughness I bring
    Don't care bout no fad (fide) I do my own thing
    Giving chase in this rat race, fears we (be) face
    submit upon (and me be on) the case, proud plus brave
    Ready to be taking them drastic measures
    Give me my treasure then split (splurt)
    Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt
    I soldier bowl through (I told you both through), fight through the bleak (bleat)
    Clench my teeth dweet, enzymes for me
    By any which method positivities be we shepherd
    We pounce like left limb leopard
    If you ever see me in the street pulling brand new good moves
    You're wrong to confuse me with regular riff-raff, I got me cause and calling
    Never have I held any love for stalling
    Rush and make haste
    You down for rebellion left-handed cruff?(glove) we embrace the millenium

    (chorus)
    Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
    Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
    We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
    Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem

    Aint no record that can hold me, I'm oversized
    Ears ever be open to the words of the wise
    But there's untold cats on my corner perpetrating
    Read a few books and now their talking
    They're looking to convert yours truly, but I'm unruly
    Plus, full of cool (for the crew) like cooly folk
    Mixing up the Guinness with the raw egg yolk
    Cos it's all about strength while we walk through the valley of the snide(snipe), heathens
    Get thee from my sight, you cats is ever eager
    To preach up in my face when you just about scrape to know all that is
    How the hell you try to tell me coca-cola got fizz?
    I read your pamphlet four times, It don't make sense
    You front like you be (Uri) scholar, smit (shit) smells pretence
    Yous best get off your horse, drink your milk, get the frig out
    It goes

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    (chorus)

    What the frig makes you friggers want to frig with this?
    Now you fools got me lairy (living) with this mental fist
    That I wear with knuckledusters, taking out these frogs in their clusters
    Three by three, five by five
    How would you describe this left handed loony
    Toony val toony (votoony), dancegate crasher (pressure)
    Heading through the back door straight to the bar
    Then I'm gonna get me some firewater
    Then I'm gonna scope out a young fine daughter
    Ah yes, its my wayward nature
    Hip to a caper, soon to have a house with X amount of acre
    It goes

    (chorus) x3

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    Composición: Turnbull John y Roots Manuva

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