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Roots Manuva
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Join The Dots
作词：Wayne Bennett, Marcel Frank, A. (?) Mawdsley, Rodney Hylton Smith, Charles Stewart
2na Manuva get gettin' the got
Good God ah, yes, man, its auspicious man
Oh God, good night
Who's that?
Yeah, 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 glamor and gorers just to faze
Cuttin' down the rain forest for cows just to graze
It's killin' the populous while you clone test tube babes
Test the change, 'cuz of the fantasies they try to feed us
Under the bridge drummin' 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 warp 8
Flashback to my very first taste of hash cake
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 I'm locked up
Weed grass rushing through my veins
Slip over the rocky terrain and maintain
Like a weed whore checkin' that hydroponic bud
Earth child, come see me rollin' in the mud
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
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
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
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Blowin' 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
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 disappear like his missing ear when I'm switchin' gears
Shinin' 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
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
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