- Roots Manuva stone the crows 歌詞
- Roots Manuva
- Mind to motion. Know the notion.
Notion! Know shun, No. no - shun....
Nightime passes - sleep man in the valley.
Is a discount two-penny with no vampire flock .
As you can tell, Im from a basic stock.
I get vexed an wanna beat the world with a pork chop.
Off beat ... lost the key* and cant find it.
Representation of the spit in the grit.
The devil on my shoulder keep tellin me ****.
Constantly got me feeling like Im losin my grip.
Whatson in my head - I tried fight back the hate.
I look into the mirror - see the face of a mistake.
Should I really be here, should I really exist?
Should I take these drugs? Should I get so pissed?
I dedicate this to the tippler crew.
Getting drunk, playing punk on the stylophone.
The zone of coasters. coastin far.
Pissin in a bottle while drivin in the car.
Lager lout rap, do you dig my niche?
Toke he tune off on the pipes of peace...
Cruff-neck scout you know we bought and about.
They major hope in a time o deep doubt.
Wes feelin the feelin of knowing the feeling and
Lovin the feeling cuz it feels so crisp...
Posse on cue theymouf{?} we jump an twist
Each and every time we catch a style like this ...
Hither to ... bear witness. { tra la la la }
To the Birth... { tra la la la }
Of the Brute ...{ tra la la la }
And furthermore { tra la la la }
Of the brute { tra la la la }
Sing .. brute away .. { tra la la la }
Stone the Crows my hands {Aunts} stay giddy.
I dance with hippy chicks more madder than lizzy
I could never understand all the hoorah fuss.
Until my drink got spike with a spoon of moondust.
Dancin into the night - into the day!
Within my soul abhorred {aboard} the slow decay.
Singin yippe-yie-yeay - tribal flashback
Back to square one - sound o Drum.
The tongue of the book - the look of the crooked.
Purple lord please - run come save me...
I dont wanna live until Im dying to die.
My types o heaven is a good clean supply.
Love for my tiddly-whack.
Bliss for the todger. More jolly than roger.
With a wad of pink notes ... singin
One rums, two rums,three rums, four.
Drink five rums and we fall on the floor.
{tra la la la } Hither to! Bear Witness ...
The brute! {tra la la la }
The birth of the brute .. { tra la la la }
And furthermore {tra la la la }
The Brute .. shall stay .. Brutish!
Yes ... Yes ... and Furthermore ... Yes.
The Brute live ... The brute love ...
The brute know ... Brute .. away ...
Brute .. ality ... Brutism .. The brute!
* [or kid or slang for kilo?]
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