Tytuł: Sinking sands

• Wykonawca: Roots Manuva
• Wyświetleń: 301

  
   Alright, okay
  
  I arise in the morntime and cut through fresh books
  Put them old Bruck trainers on my foot
  For I am the picky mystic, I max the most
  Drinking ginseng tea, eating huddle bread toast
  While my skeet nags, jacks up my coat
  She don't like the smell of my smoke
  She says my eyes dem is red
  And I need to go and fix up my head
  Honey, my head is fixed
  I'm getting deep with my purpose
  Synchronizing to the mystics of cosmic energy
  My specialty be to write buff raps
  Weakhearts, they hate me like my name was poll tax
  I don't part for none, I be the Godsend, God gifted
  I work nuff shifts turning a penny to a pound
  >From a pound to jacks, from a jacks to a score
  My brainwaves is twisted, my tactics is raw
  Cause I
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  Grip my teal boom as hard as I can
  So I can find me a path through the sinking sands
  
  [Sober Now]
  Shit's hit the fan but I'm not the fan the shit's hit
  It's the man with the bad arse bitch in town
  Put her into the circles but she tore them down
  And I frown, but in my heart I know it's all good
  So I stick around like a true friend should
  And they say that some things in life can't be really mended
  But only time will tell how well you and your spark prevail
  Try not to implore to the stereotype factors
  That they brand us with cause there's enough love to give
  Oh, Lord! What's happening to me?
  All these situations I'm checking with intense scrutiny
  I need to slow down there and hold the horses
  And just concentrate on paving the right courses
  So, so, so, so, so I
  
  [Chorus x3]
  
  [Roots Manuva]
  Putting the reins on the joke ting in rap ting
  We be inner city sorcerer rebel types, we roll!
  Snowball effect planet wide
  Diving and ducking, constantly rucking with the devil
  Actions speak so we get active
  Roots-fi perspective holds my mental in position
  I supervision coach my decision
  Cause there's may routes to take, much money to make
  I fight not to buckle under pressure
  I'm on a quest, got to find that real self
  Uno priority be wealth in the mental
  Cause nothing down sweet like the feeling I reap
  When I plan with my peeps and them plans come together
  Strong and cold-sheist, them coast the ill weather
  I weren't supposed to be but still am
  Vibes catch a hold of my mind, I write jams
  Take it to the mans dem for the ‘instant rewind'
  If I gets no rewind still I pay fools no mind
  Cause Hylton Smythe never took no bribe
  I be independent, my jacket stay stinking
  Nuff of them be thinking that the smile's off-key
  They're right, I'm full of mad eccentricities
  I believe in the power of the G-o-d
  While nuff of them be burning their obeah candle
  I strap on my sandal and walk like Jesus
  
  [Chorus 4x]