Lyrics Roots Manuva

Roots Manuva

Join The Dots

2na manuva get gettin the got

Good god ah, yes man, its auspicious man

Oh God (good night).......

Who's that?

My escapades exceed Caddy Escalades

I best behave to the rhythm of justice slaves

Selected brave ah lecture me extra waves

Doggin your sounds causing you clowns just to cave

Address the rage rush the stage just to blaze

Glorify your glamour and gorers just to faze

Cutting down the rainforest for cows just to graze

It's killin the populous while you clone test tube babes

Test the change 'cause of the fantasies they try to feed us

Under the bridge drumming for flea an anthony kiedis

I ran from elitist who got the truth confused

It's the Manphibian and the one Roots Manuva

Yo, Mystic Mindset travel at work 8

Flashback to my very first taste of hash cane

Oh Lord I feel so sensual And every now and then I get a great sense of wha...

Synchronization of the hip gyration of the old time New Right

Back to Back, Man or no man no matter oh man boy or boy girl or girl

Steppin out of place with the light of the world im locked up

Weed grass rushing thru my veins slip over the rocky terrain and maintain

Like a weed whore checkin that hydroponic buck

Earth child, come see me rolling in the muck

He there go ever so civilized while I unrobe

No played out to catch wives

Don't wanna get knicks up in their mix up

Wanna just fix up mind soul and mental plane

(Chorus 2x Both)

Join the Dots, block blood in the block

Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what

2na Manuva get gettin the got

Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot

Yo some of these fellas be over zealous

We have them darks jealous in dark cellas

Blowing like branford marsalis

We park dwellers rhythm rebellers

We spark letters we art sellers

Pleadin the waters the sharks fell us

Be quick with your camcorder In no particular plan order

We go hit like vehicular man slaughter sing

In ding bring a fling of bringin it on

Refuse to get lost in the quest for one

Although we trans-atlantic we never pedantic

Check my antic, we most romantic

We plan shit new for self Quantumly

We killin the saw man we killin the sea

Join the Dots, block blood in the block

Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what

2na Manuva get gettin the got

Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot

No Sir Mr. 2na, I can't burn the blunt

I remember the last time and have a good time

Yo Yo, You ran slower while my clan grow chance'll

Let the man know my pen brush stroke like Van Gogh

I dissapear like his missing ear when I'm switchin gears

Shining like your kitchen ware rhymes rich and rare

Get your picture clear, 2na the stealth reporter

I melt your order like sugar and seltzer water

Whoever felt the horror but knows that their chance vague

Surround your sound like a spandex pants leg

Spread like an advanced plague worms never dance may

Shout the f and f that beats my man craig

Join the Dots, block blood in the block

Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what

2na Manuva get gettin the got

Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot