Tytuł: Wisdom fall

• Wykonawca: Roots Manuva
• Wyświetleń: 293

  
   And without any shame, for we are the unashamed
  Lord Gosh presents to you: the audio blanket
  
  Man U-V-A, with some holy hurray
  Deft words display, write rhymes in clay
  So if nobody don't feel my z-ray
  I'll cool in my corner, make myself a tre
  Seek and find a way to get my soul some pay
  Put some clothes on my back, put some food in my belly
  Drink some Irish musk and go roll in the hay
  
  [Chorus x3]
  Wisdom fall, slap my headpiece
  I'm packing ammunition for who?
  
  Papa Time bites at the short-and-curlies
  Onna lift grin cause she gwan too whirly
  She buff bad but she vex me nuff
  Make me lose myself, turn drinking cruff
  I'm on some fix-up, singing some progress tune
  Check, checka me check it, me checking myself
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  Rickety raps we write upon scraps of A4
  Jack shite to do, beheld my mind tour
  For to visualise is to be, to be is to gwan with tings
  As your plane grow wings, we gets fly
  As I bust a wheelie in the sky
  We don't follow, follow? Code-red leader
  Paid off the third term, foot gets stampede
  Homeward bound, we pulling telescope focus
  Hanging in the outback on tough concrete
  Inter-outer galactic transportation
  Zoot my bone and I reflect at this eighth floor
  Raw, gyro-cheque poor
  Roadside distraction to the tune of galore
  Kerotene gets refueled, detox for system
  Him a catch a frisking
  Discotheque off your weakheart hex
  My level stay next to none of the run-of-the-mill
  Ex amount pride now
  
  [Chorus]