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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 pee 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







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



? 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