Fingerprints Of The Gods

Roots Manuva

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    Roots Manuva:

    Pen to tha paper I scream at the world
    Picky headed youth dont wear no jerry curl
    In the heat of the summer
    More time I trembled
    Nuthin dont change, I'm picky from within
    The R's for the Rage
    E's for the Energy
    B's for the 3-4 Bounce that we count
    Second E's for the Era of this young hottie youth
    L presents Long term soildier stand firm
    Foundation flexin stretchin out the pound
    I used to want the queens head
    Now I want the crown
    Its in my blood stream
    Shits to hard to define
    Why, some get the vision an the rest tow the line
    Sleepwalkin floggin the horse thats done dead
    Pissin in the wind now piss drips down your leg
    Is you plum or is you pleb
    Dude its one an the same
    One shit short now flush that pea brain
    Put ur hand on ur lips spell d-e-r
    You wanna be, fartface
    An me cant spar
    Like the, dooper I am I dont wanna cause friction
    I hold my space an then I diss em wid the diction
    Nuff of them will fear this
    Its right now that they dont wish to hear this
    Simple forensic but they cant get near this
    Its fingerprints of god
    G-O-D

    Life:

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    Keep em philosophical
    My rap styles collasol to your brain
    Like a line of cocaine straight up your nostril
    Nowadays like aristotle
    I send my message through da mic not in a bottle
    A gifted mic disciple like an apostle
    Hip hops my life an hustle
    Lyric skils be the muscle
    They be brand new like the heavies not old like some fossils
    I meditate on bible scriptures
    Not porno pictures
    I smoke sensi bud, green like the trees of eucalyptus
    Buffalo soldier from a rasta man army
    I need hip hop to satisfy my soul like bob marley
    Wisdoms what I give them
    Flippin knowledge on the rhythm
    If your talkin like a devil I'm performin exorcism
    Ill cause malice, smoke a chalice in buckingham palace
    Get the queen high, send her to wonder land like alice
    Cos I'm a dark stranger
    Not from a dirty sick chamber
    Cos a star burns above my head like jesus from a manger
    Lone ranger, I dont need a posse to follow
    My backup be my sword I use it swift like zorro
    Guided by a force similar to obi one kenobe
    Walk the skies like luke an even chewbacca couldnt hold me
    If ur a phoney, its lights out like james toni
    An I'm confident like naseem hamed, so you dont know me
    I walk in the shadows, I make you paro (paranoid)
    My mind be narrow, I carry guns an laser bow an arrows

    Si-Phillie:

    I be the bingee man come back from zion
    Wid the bag of sensimilila an da mic in da other hand
    Bounty killa on the rampage for reala
    Gonna make mad dough like my name was don miller
    Chancellor exchequer mic recka
    Serve you like Becker or Sampras
    You know i be top class
    This one is a message from king salisse i
    Any pussy bwoy tess I dem bwoy gaan die
    Puppet master rasta bring forth disaster
    Eskimos be boppin to my shit in alaska
    Weak emcees be droppin out cos they have ta
    Convert niggas i make em go see their pastor
    Power move makin
    Never fakin that jamaican
    Im from trinidad
    When it comes to respect, I'm like ur dad
    Not a fake like alexander o neil
    Neva choppin off my locks like that nigga seal
    The si philly hot tabasco chilli
    Niggas suckin up my style like a nipple on a titty
    Im flippin lyrics when I'm not on the rob
    So my surgical gloves protects the prints of the gods

    Skeleton:

    God all mighty what the devil (u star ?)
    Wot the hell what on earth cha
    What the bloodclaat
    Wat da rass hole blast hole ina di beast
    Im da blessin an da dammend an da famine an the feast
    Im a man 'o' war cos I was a man of peace
    Now I'm out for your neighbours like they name was Annalise
    Speak from a snow capped peak to the abyss
    Im ugly as sin
    An I'm da livin criss
    Im chilled in the field an the inner city hype
    Im the murderin theivin rapin type
    Im the heat, the light, the cold an the dark
    Im the silver back gorilla an the great white shark
    Im the poorest slum I'm the richest palace
    The lyricist the herbalist and the gyaliss
    I can get ya down an I can get you lifted
    The giver an the gifted
    The bima aint fiftied
    Shifted, gears I'm the tears an the laughter
    The birth an the death an whatever there after
    The kiss on the cheek an the kick ina de crotch
    The fingerprints of god an every head'll get touch

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