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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 shit I break
 You might watch me but I watch you too
 Ain't a thing you can do to stop me
 Whom wants this or that?
 Watch these enzymes react
 How we juggle tings proper
 Man, don't
 Whom wants this or that?
 Watch these enzymes react
 How we juggle tings proper
 Man, don't
 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
 Whom wants this or that?
 Watch these enzymes react
 How we juggle tings proper
 Man, don't
 Whom wants this or that?
 Watch these enzymes react
 How we juggle tings proper
 Man, don't
 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
 Whom wants this or that?
 Watch these enzymes react
 How we juggle tings proper
 Man, don't
 Whom wants this or that?
 Watch these enzymes react
 How we juggle tings proper
 Man, don't
 We keep it jugglin', keep it jugglin'
 
 
		
		
	
 
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