Juggle Tings Proper

Roots Manuva

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    (Great Scott! I say, old bean)
    This happens to be the article of fusion
    Huh! The roots-fi discotheque
    As we move

    It's that jet-black flow from the southwest of illo n d-o-n
    The second nature of the vent dem rebel routine
    I scheme and plot, ain't no use in stepping if we don't step hot
    Let the movements be made, there's goals to be getting
    No second for no love or no fettin
    Why there's all these ugly mans on my TV screen?
    I wrap my head with foil so I don't catch so I don't catch them beams
    The sound of half a downer don't pray fi step solo
    We far flung frontier, captain kirk, the sun trekker
    Full time I climb, my chip deeper taught as I sow seeds of thought
    The fruits of the roots, a vision of splendid splendidness
    Now be proud to be spittin in the face of the beast
    With each and every move I make, every shite I break
    You might watch me but I watch you too
    Ain't a thing you can do to stop me!

    [Chorus 2x]
    Whom wants this or that
    Watch these enzymes react
    How we juggle tings proper
    Man, don't

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    When I swing I'm far fetched like hicks from hicksville
    High steps got me trippin from Peckham to Bucks Hill
    Still I stand firm through the strife conflict
    Motion slick, hip to every ring poli-trick
    So I spread love like Lennon and Yoko Ono
    Keep vibes slow-mo for a ho-tential
    Don't go callin me coon, you'll catch a boot to your jaw
    We pro-black, freak that, can't sweep no floor
    I heard those my people, them burst their backs
    Work hard for eons and paid tax and have not seen jack
    In return, how does shit burn
    It could well make a guy lose sense and rationale
    Onto kamikazes on shifting streets
    It's eyeball for eyeball and teeth for teeth
    While we spin on this ball of confusion
    I sight no solution, cesspits just get more frowsy
    Chemical rain got me drunken and drowsy
    Rowdy, I got no choice but to be
    The living example of a root-fi youth type soldier
    Bowling through like there ain't no tomorrow
    Brave them terrains of pain and deep sorrow
    But still keep sliding on, I try to make sense of the madness
    But it seems like I'm wasting my time, it's best I just
    Go get me mine, find some inner peace
    Climb to higher heights, embrace the light

    [Chorus 2x]

    This living dead noose, the bane of life in the west
    But who's down for civil unrest?
    In times like these comrades is hard to find
    The beast keeps the masses toeing the line
    With them sneaky tactics they'll keep them boys running
    So they can have a market for their guns and ammunition
    Keep the third world in a stagnant position
    Begging for monetary aid from IMF
    Who don't seem too keen to write of the third world debt
    Cause they profit from holding it down
    Soon there'll be no dollars, no yens, no pounds
    Just madness, microchips and hi-tech war
    And all because the beast wants to gain control
    Of each and every mind, body, spirit and soul

    [Chorus 2x]

    We keep it jugglin, keep it jugglin

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    Composición: Roots Manuva

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