Roots manuva wisdom fall lyrics

And without any shame, for we are the unashamed



Lord Gosh presents to you: the audio blanket







Man U-V-A, with some holy hurray



Deft words display, write rhymes in clay



So if nobody don't feel my z-ray



I'll cool in my corner, make myself a tre



Seek and find a way to get my soul some pay



Put some clothes on my back, put some food in my belly



Drink some Irish musk and go roll in the hay







[Chorus x3]



Wisdom fall, slap my headpiece



I'm packing ammunition for who?







Papa Time bites at the short-and-curlies



Onna lift grin cause she gwan too whirly



She buff bad but she vex me nuff



Make me lose myself, turn drinking cruff



I'm on some fix-up, singing some progress tune



Check, checka me check it, me checking myself







[Chorus 2x]







Rickety raps we write upon scraps of A4



Jack shite to do, beheld my mind tour



For to visualise is to be, to be is to gwan with tings



As your plane grow wings, we gets fly



As I bust a wheelie in the sky



We don't follow, follow? Code-red leader



Paid off the third term, foot gets stampede



Homeward bound, we pulling telescope focus



Hanging in the outback on tough concrete



Inter-outer galactic transportation



Zoot my bone and I reflect at this eighth floor



Raw, gyro-cheque poor



Roadside distraction to the tune of galore



Kerotene gets refueled, detox for system



Him a catch a frisking



Discotheque off your weakheart hex



My level stay next to none of the run-of-the-mill



Ex amount pride now







[Chorus]