Juggle Tings Proper

(Great Scott! I say, old bean)

This happens to be the article of fusion

Huh! The roots-fi discotheque

As we move

It's that jet-black flow from the southwest of illo n d-o-n

The second nature of the vent dem rebel routine

I scheme and plot, ain't no use in stepping if we don't step hot

Let the movements be made, there's goals to be getting

No second for no love or no fettin

Why there's all these ugly mans on my TV screen?

I wrap my head with foil so I don't catch so I don't catch them beams

The sound of half a downer don't pray fi step solo

We far flung frontier, captain kirk, the sun trekker

Full time I climb, my chip deeper taught as I sow seeds of thought

The fruits of the roots, a vision of splendid splendidness

Now be proud to be spittin in the face of the beast

With each and every move I make, every shite I break

You might watch me but I watch you too

Ain't a thing you can do to stop me!

Whom wants this or that

Watch these enzymes react

How we juggle tings proper

Man, don't

When I swing I'm far fetched like hicks from hicksville

High steps got me trippin from Peckham to Bucks Hill

Still I stand firm through the strife conflict

Motion slick, hip to every ring poli-trick

So I spread love like Lennon and Yoko Ono

Keep vibes slow-mo for a ho-tential

Don't go callin me coon, you'll catch a boot to your jaw

We pro-black, freak that, can't sweep no floor

I heard those my people, them burst their backs

Work hard for eons and paid tax and have not seen jack

In return, how does shit burn

It could well make a guy lose sense and rationale

Onto kamikazes on shifting streets

It's eyeball for eyeball and teeth for teeth

While we spin on this ball of confusion

I sight no solution, cesspits just get more frowsy

Chemical rain got me drunken and drowsy

Rowdy, I got no choice but to be

The living example of a root-fi youth type soldier

Bowling through like there ain't no tomorrow

Brave them terrains of pain and deep sorrow

But still keep sliding on, I try to make sense of the madness

But it seems like I'm wasting my time, it's best I just

Go get me mine, find some inner peace

Climb to higher heights, embrace the light

This living dead noose, the bane of life in the west

But who's down for civil unrest?

In times like these comrades is hard to find

The beast keeps the masses toeing the line

With them sneaky tactics they'll keep them boys running

So they can have a market for their guns and ammunition

Keep the third world in a stagnant position

Begging for monetary aid from IMF

Who don't seem too keen to write of the third world debt

Cause they profit from holding it down

Soon there'll be no dollars, no yens, no pounds

Just madness, microchips and hi-tech war

And all because the beast wants to gain control

Of each and every mind, body, spirit and soul

We keep it jugglin, keep it jugglin