|
Well well well (x3) |
|
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 |
|
but that depends upon the demon that you're stuck with |
|
'cos right now |
|
I see clearer than most |
|
I sit here contented with this cheese on toast |
|
I feel the pain of a third world famine |
|
Segue |
|
we count them blessings and keep jamming |
|
'tis him |
|
scumbag, scum of the earth |
|
his worth was nil |
|
until he gained the skill of tongues |
|
from 15 years young straight to my grey back self |
|
I stay top shelf material |
|
Jerk chicken, jerk fish |
|
Break away slave bliss |
|
Generate G's and then we stash them in the Swiss |
|
Fools can't see this |
|
Audio pistols |
|
a fistful of hip hop donzai |
|
Progressin' in the flesh |
|
Esoteric quotes most frightening |
|
Duppy took 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... |
|
Witness the fitness |
|
The cruffatin liveth |
|
One hope one quest. (Repeat x4) |
|
Swigging that deep root juice |
|
Now we deh 'pon it boost |
|
Set them spirit them loose |
|
Go 'head go slash up the noose |
|
With conclusive proof of both the truth |
|
The right |
|
'cos whether we hitch hike or push bike |
|
or travel kinda trash |
|
manifest that |
|
with wholesome roots rap |
|
manifest that yeah |
|
I do my zing way |
|
Ain't nutten else I know |
|
Gone up in the life |
|
With this I-ragged born flow |
|
Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free |
|
Travel over ocean land and sea |
|
Faced nuff stress and difficulty |
|
Flung back from the brink |
|
Gwan'ing kind of stink |
|
We don't give a frig about what them fools think |
|
Frig your network |
|
Our dett work will speak for itself |
|
Proof of the trophy |
|
And the champion belt |
|
Come sun come rain come hailstone pelt. |
|
(CHORUS) |
|
Bwana Simit |
|
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 the code |
|
and most proud to present that cruffatin mode |
|
and it shows that they bro's 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 weakheart 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 rat that's a must |
|
proceed set speed with the cruffatin touch |
|
proceed set speed |
|
crufatin yow... |
|
(CHORUS) |
