Roots manuva witness (1 hope) lyrics

Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter



Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter



We lean all day and some say that ain't productive



That depend upon the demons that you're stuck with



Cause right now, I see clearer than most



I sit here contending with this cheese on toast



I feel the pain of a third world famine



Segue, we count them blessings and keep jamming



It's him scumbag, scum of the earth, his worth was nil



Until he gained the skill of tongues



From fifteen years young straight to my greyback self



I stay top shelf material, jerk chicken, jerk fish



Breakaway slave, bliss



Generate gees and then we stash 'em in the Swiss



Fools can't see this, audio pistols



A fistful of hip hop banzai, progressing in the flesh



Esoteric quotes, most frightening



Duppy took a hold of my hand while I was writing



Let go me ting, duppy, let go me hand



I summon up the power of banana clan!







[Chorus x4]



Witness the fitness



The Cruffiton liveth



One hope, one quest







Swigging that beetroot juice, now we dipping and boost



Set the spirit dem loose, go head go slash up the noose



We conclusive proof of both the truth, the right



Cause whether we hitchhike or push bike or travel kind of trash



Manifest that with wholesome roots rap, manifest that, yeah!



I do my same way, ain't nothing else I know



Gone up in the life with this here rag-and-bone flow



Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free



Travel over ocean, land and sea, face nuff stress and difficulty



Flung back from the brink, gwan in kinda stink



We don't give a frigg about what dem fools think



Frigg your network, our debt work a speak for itself



Proof of the trophy and champion belt



Come sun, come rain, come hailstone pelt







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Bwana Smith with some old time shit



Let the whole world know we on some off-key tip



Mega-manic when time the pressure start lick



By the hook or by the crook, by the poop or by the kick



He's sickly cryptic, spitting that code



And most proud to present that Cruffiton mode



And it shows that they bros done seen a few sleights



Life throws scenarios, reality bites



We in collision with the beast



Lost we religion and we can't get no peace



Idiot weakhearts want to take I for chief



Stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief



But we should know that discipline maketh the gees



Separation of the DAT from the rap, that's a must



Proceed set speed with the Cruffiton touch



Proceed set speed..Cruffiton, y'all







[Chorus x4]