歌曲 | Juggle Tings Proper |
歌手 | Roots Manuva |
专辑 | Brand New Second Hand |
作词 : Smith | |
Album: Brand New Second Hand | |
Title: Juggle Tings Proper | |
(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 | |
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 |
zuò cí : Smith | |
Album: Brand New Second Hand | |
Title: Juggle Tings Proper | |
Great Scott! I say, old bean | |
This happens to be the article of fusion | |
Huh! The rootsfi discotheque | |
As we move | |
It' s that jetblack flow from the southwest of illo n don | |
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 | |
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 politrick | |
So I spread love like Lennon and Yoko Ono | |
Keep vibes slowmo for a hotential | |
Don' t go callin me coon, you' ll catch a boot to your jaw | |
We problack, 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 rootfi 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 hitech 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 |