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(Roots Manuva) |
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2na Manuva get gettin the got |
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Good god ah, yes man, its auspicious man |
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Oh God (good night)....... |
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Who's that? |
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(Chali 2na) |
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My escapades exceed Caddy Escalades |
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I best behave to the rhythm of justice slaves |
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Selected brave ah lecture me extra waves |
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Doggin your sounds causing you clowns just to cave |
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Address the rage rush the stage just to blaze |
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Glorify your glamour and gorers just to faze |
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Cutting down the rainforest for cows just to graze |
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It's killin the populous while you clone test tube babes |
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Test the change cuz of the fantasies they try to feed us |
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Under the bridge drumming for flea an anthony kiedis |
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I ran from elitist who got the truth confused |
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It's the Manphibian and the one Roots Manuva |
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(Roots Manuva) |
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Yo, Mystic Mindset travel at work 8 |
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Flashback to my very first taste of hash cane |
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Oh Lord I feel so sensual |
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And every now and then I get a great sense of wha... |
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Synchronization of the hip gyration of the old time New Right |
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Back to Back, Man or no man no matter oh man |
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boy or boy girl or girl |
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Steppin out of place with the light of the world im locked up |
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Weed grass rushing thru my veins |
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slip over the rocky terrain and maintain |
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Like a weed whore checkin that hydroponic bud |
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Earth child, come see me rolling in the mud |
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He there go ever so civilized while I unrobe |
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No played out to catch wives |
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Don't wanna get knicks up in their mix up |
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Wanna just fix up mind soul and mental plane |
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(Chorus 2x Both) |
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Join the Dots, block blood in the block |
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Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what |
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2na Manuva get gettin the got |
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Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot |
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(Chali 2na) |
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Yo some of these fellas be over zealous |
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We have them darks jealous in dark cellas |
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Blowing like branford marsalis |
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We park dwellers rhythm rebellers |
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We spark letters we art sellers |
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Pleadin the waters the sharks fell us |
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Be quick with your camcorder In no particular plan order |
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We go hit like vehicular man slaughter sing |
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(Roots Manuva) |
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In ding bring a fling of bringin it on |
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Refuse to get lost in the quest for one |
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Although we trans-atlantic we never pedantic |
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Check my antic, we most romantic |
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We plan shit new for self Quantumly |
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We killin the saw man we killin the sea |
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(repeat 2X) |
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Join the Dots, block blood in the block |
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Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what |
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2na Manuva get gettin the got |
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Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot |
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(Roots Manuva) |
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No Sir Mr. 2na, I can't burn the blunt |
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I remember the last time and have a good time |
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(Chali 2na) |
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Yo Yo, You ran slower while my clan grow chance'll |
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Let the man know my pen brush stroke like Van Gogh |
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I dissapear like his missing ear when I'm switchin gears |
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Shining like your kitchen ware rhymes rich and rare |
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Get your picture clear, 2na the stealth reporter |
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I melt your order like sugar and seltzer water |
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Whoever felt the horror but knows that their chance vague |
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Surround your sound like a spandex pants leg |
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Spread like an advanced plague worms never dance may |
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Shout the f and f that beats my man craig |
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(repeat 2X) |
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Join the Dots, block blood in the block |
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Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what |
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2na Manuva get gettin the got |
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Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot |
