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a song from the british rapper Roots Manuva from his 1999 album "Brand new second hand"... Lyrics: I bring you tents and girth to this homegrown range Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate We elevate to that next s... a song from the british rapper Roots Manuva from his 1999 album "Brand new second hand"... Lyrics: I bring you tents and girth to this homegrown range Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate We elevate to that next state, motion divine Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall With this knowledge and overstanding Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff Yes, we come proper with potency Ain't no blood in my body, it's liquid soul in my vein I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged And it's all criss once I get neatly in the cipher Chat like pickney to the piper that pied As this natural mystic blows through the air These lessons of life become crystal clear Precision of my vision is ital Separating sharks from the blessed is vital Now I can smell a rat coming from a mile round the corner One time I bored ya, twice you can't couf No, we won't stop rebuke thee You satanics, you fools can't recruit me Not now while there's [Chorus] Movements fi make, typhoons grew Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through Movements fi make, typhoons grew Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right I'll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie Rolling with Jah bredren dem, God-blessed army How the hell you gon stop this tide from steady coming Run and catch in tune with the elements At speed we proceed, traction for action Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side Too big to slide now, though they try to disguise I can still recognize devilworks when I see it Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends Always had a hate for what their weakhearts defend They fiend for that crack, ain't no one to tax We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed Best believe that these times is treacherous And I know not how else I'm supposed to act But stand close to culture roots-fi See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle Haggling others who for the cause Reigning with that roots type terror Freaking at your weakhearty era but We build, move and prove that we don't suffer fools [Chorus 2x] (more) (less)
a song from the british rapper Roots Manuva from his 1999 album "Brand new second hand"... Lyrics: I bring you tents and girth to this homegrown range Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate We elevate to that next s... a song from the british rapper Roots Manuva from his 1999 album "Brand new second hand"... Lyrics: I bring you tents and girth to this homegrown range Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate We elevate to that next state, motion divine Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall With this knowledge and overstanding Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff Yes, we come proper with potency Ain't no blood in my body, it's liquid soul in my vein I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged And it's all criss once I get neatly in the cipher Chat like pickney to the piper that pied As this natural mystic blows through the air These lessons of life become crystal clear Precision of my vision is ital Separating sharks from the blessed is vital Now I can smell a rat coming from a mile round the corner One time I bored ya, twice you can't couf No, we won't stop rebuke thee You satanics, you fools can't recruit me Not now while there's [Chorus] Movements fi make, typhoons grew Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through Movements fi make, typhoons grew Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right I'll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie Rolling with Jah bredren dem, God-blessed army How the hell you gon stop this tide from steady coming Run and catch in tune with the elements At speed we proceed, traction for action Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side Too big to slide now, though they try to disguise I can still recognize devilworks when I see it Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends Always had a hate for what their weakhearts defend They fiend for that crack, ain't no one to tax We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed Best believe that these times is treacherous And I know not how else I'm supposed to act But stand close to culture roots-fi See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle Haggling others who for the cause Reigning with that roots type terror Freaking at your weakhearty era but We build, move and prove that we don't suffer fools [Chorus 2x] (more) (less)
