(No Ratings Yet)As well as some decent lyricism, the video to this track is hella funny. Watch Roots return to his grassroots primary school a couple f decades on. Humour prevails, (see him correct the teacher’s spelling of “manoeuvre” on the…
VERSE 1:
ROOTS MANUVA
- Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter
- Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter
- We lean all day and some say that ain't productive
- That depend upon the demons that you're stuck with
- Cause right now, I see clearer than most
- I sit here contending with this cheese on toast
- I feel the pain of a third world famine
- Segue, we count them blessings and keep jamming
- It's him scumbag, scum of the earth, his worth was nil
- Until he gained the skill of tongues
- From fifteen years young straight to my greyback self
- I stay top shelf material, jerk chicken, jerk fish
- Breakaway slave, bliss
- Generate gees and then we stash 'em in the Swiss
- Fools can't see this, audio pistols
- A fistful of hip hop banzai, progressing in the flesh
- Esoteric quotes, most frightening
- Duppy took a hold of my hand while I was writing
- Let go me ting, duppy, let go me hand
- I summon up the power of banana clan!
CHORUS:
ROOTS MANUVA (X4)
- Witness the fitness
- The Cruffiton liveth
- One hope, one quest
VERSE 2:
ROOTS MANUVA
- Swigging that beetroot juice, now we dipping and boost
- Set the spirit dem loose, go head go slash up the noose
- We conclusive proof of both the truth, the right
- Cause whether we hitchhike or push bike or travel kind of trash
- Manifest that with wholesome roots rap, manifest that, yeah!
- I do my same way, ain't nothing else I know
- Gone up in the life with this here rag-and-bone flow
- Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free
- Travel over ocean, land and sea, face nuff stress and difficulty
- Flung back from the brink, gwan in kinda stink
- We don't give a frigg about what dem fools think
- Frigg your network, our debt work a speak for itself
- Proof of the trophy and champion belt
- Come sun, come rain, come hailstone pelt
CHORUS
VERSE 3: ROOTS MANUVA- Bwana Smith with some old time shit
- Let the whole world know we on some off-key tip
- Mega-manic when time the pressure start lick
- By the hook or by the crook, by the poop or by the kick
- He's sickly cryptic, spitting that code
- And most proud to present that Cruffiton mode
- And it shows that they bros done seen a few sleights
- Life throws scenarios, reality bites
- We in collision with the beast
- Lost we religion and we can't get no peace
- Idiot weakhearts want to take I for chief
- Stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief
- But we should know that discipline maketh the geez
- Separation of the DAT from the rap, that's a must
- Proceed set speed with the Cruffiton touch
- Proceed set speed..Cruffiton, y'all
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