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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roots Manuva
Roots Manuva
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Smith
R. Smith
Composer

Lyrics

Diggin deep into the low budget Halftime We find Diamonds in the rough We rough them up and watch them glisten Yeah Yeahyayyy Chicken thigh Ya know Chicken thigh My ill piece cosmic commentator Niche innovator Of this hard left Something like a treble cleft Turning over cobble like a back street chef Don't you be mistaken is it odd dub for G Or go get them bricks or we can meet down blackheath Bringing the set, bringing the decks, bringing the plastic We can crash on a one or way Play for play To see who make the crowd bubble It's pure trouble and trauma Weak hearts keep trying their love Sector few we central get rough we get bruised Left them walking open just they string they vest and shoes It was on the choice You chose to come and test Braised all your steaks now ain't jack shite left Now you're in the know you'll be best to head the warning and learn You mess with them pickies and you shall get burnt That's a fact with a 10 grand trap We hang a sound guy We hang him up high Nurse starts fi check 'im, an we see the end cry Shoulda never test Shoulda never try Did he na walk on tha I consider why We hang a sound guy We hang him up high Nurse starts fi check 'im an we see the end cry Did he not walk on tha I consider why Shoulda never test Shoulda never try Ain't no stigma attached Unashamed That's the proud posse Cruff cycle dudutuff From the cuff The script Ya know that it's conclusive With the response from weak heart we flex Stay abusive We are the original soul g Born to defend that belief with a vigour Carrot juice nigga Born to deliver On type the boogy proof croof From the heart the soul It's not socialite more like socialist Shack up wrack up Raggamatic twist tell me Why the hell you wan fi run up ya gums A criss tings we bring when Manuva come And ain't no blaggin or braggin That stuff work miracles Geez get them tapes and in two weeks they fly like aeroplanes We should be full of ourselves Got these roots fi applies to the science that defines Frontline full time Diggin them trenches I sharpen my senses Sound of war drum For 10 miles around you hear that supersonic off We stamp on weak hearts with size 12 foot We are Bloodthirsty Showing no mercy Needle hits the plate Town boys emigrate cos they just can't handle Shame and disgrace Who be those brays trynn'a hold they face Trynn'a hold back the tears Whos grip ah we fear Beggin for a bly but they dun get ill Contract is written an we gone for the kill Contract is written and we gone We hang a sound guy We hang him up high Nurse starts fi check him and we see the end, cry Did he not walk corner I consider why Shoulda never test Shoulda never try We hang a sound guy We hang him up high Nurse starts fi check him and we see the end, cry Did he not walk corner I consider why Shoulda never test Shoulda never try We hang a sound guy We hang him up high Did he not walk corner I consider why Shoulda never test Shoulda never try Should never test, yeah
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