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Tytuł: Clockwork

  • Wykonawca: Roots Manuva
  • Wy¶wietleń: 316

  
   Aint nothin but this uncut croughness I bring
  Don't care bout no fide I do my own thing
  Giving chase in this rat race, fears be face
  and me be on the case, proud plus brave
  Ready to be taking them drastic measures
  Give me my treasure then splurt
  Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt
  I told you both through, fight through the bleat
  Clench my teeth dweet, enzymes for me
  By any which method positivities be we shepherd
  We pounce like left limb leopard
  If you ever see me in the street pulling brand new good moves
  You're wrong to confuse me with regular riff-raff, I got me cause and calling
  Never have I held any love for stalling
  Rush and make haste
  You down for rebellion left-handed glove we embrace the millenium
  
  (chorus)
  Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
  Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
  We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
  Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem
  
  Aint no record that can hold me, I'm oversized
  Ears ever be open to the words of the wise
  But there's untold cats on my corner perpetrating
  Read a few books and now their talking
  They're looking to convert yours truly, but I'm unruly
  Plus, for the crew like cooly folk
  Mixing up the Guinness with the raw egg yolk
  Cos it's all about strength while we walk through the valley of the snipe, heathens
  Get thee from my sight, you cats is ever eager
  To preach up in my face when you just about scrape to know all that is
  How the hell you try to tell me coca-cola got fizz?
  I read your pamphlet four times, It don't make sense
  You front like Uri scholar, shit smells pretence
  Yous best get off your horse, drink your milk, get the frig out
  It goes
  
  (chorus)
  
  What the frig makes you friggers want to frig with this?
  Now you fools got me living with this mental fist
  That I wear with knuckledusters, taking out these frogs in their clusters
  Three by three, five by five
  How would you describe this left handed loony
  Toony votoony, dancegate pressure
  Heading through the back door straight to the bar
  Then I'm gonna get me some firewater
  Then I'm gonna scope out a young fine daughter
  Ah yes, its my wayward nature
  Hip to a caper, soon to have a house with X amount of acre
  It goes
  
  (chorus) x3