Lyrics Roots Manuva

Roots Manuva

Cornmeal Dumpling

Coming through with the hallelu vitalisation,

New talk sensation, vibe see vibration

Spitting on the bacon is my first result

You will never see this folk juckin in this pork

Wild blast from the chalice

Flood my blood stream, this blessing sting

Cleans my mind to a gleam

See the light my tips see be tight

With these intergalatic tackles to the core

Raw from the south of the thames

Bringing folks vision like a contact lense

Nothing but this ital, vital world roots recital

We don't follow fashion, nor fad, not at all

See me to town come fe nice up the ball

'long side the holy ghost, living like some pastor

Casting out the spell of this man made hell

Cornmeal dumpling give me strength y'all

Rebuke devils, make devils repent y'all

Hey

Flavour too dead, now they call me abortion

My look to twist a torsion made force uncontained

Pen 'em too hard he just might twist your brain

'cause I grace track with roots vibe syntax

Funkified, footloose like the old farmer slacks

I enter the arena with some next type of juice

This has the energy, clipping from the noose

Freeing up my mind, from that living dead fluck

Devil eyes have fe get to the hell from these mortals

We won't stop cry for little beady

Step up, stand up, you know you got qualities

And so we groove and so we gwan and so we skid

Motion splendid with this routique we fine

Fending of the heat of this shall bar-be we flame

Times is dark, we can't feel no shame, but

Cornmeal dumpling give me strength y'all

Rebuke devils, make devils repent y'all

Hey

Cornmeal dumpling give me strength

I sing, who's discoteque is this

It's my discoteque

I don't give a dam how you wish me to flex

Imma flex how I feel to flex

Light-years over the heads of heads

Who study cool, I know they fool

All you had to do was to be yourself

Who am I? hey

Who's discoteque is this

It's my discoteque

Who's discoteque is this

It's my discoteque

And I shall be

I don't want to be

I do