Baptism - Roots Manuva

Lard-a-mercy

We drinking snapper

'cause we feeling dirty

Oh Manuva alongside the Wildflower

Ah ha

This type of flower y’all

Blessings blessings

Yessings yessings

I’ll give you want

If you give me what I need

Time to say grace

Take your place

To the human race

Yo yo it go

Ever am I jamming

My flip stay congested

Clinically tested

Certified pure

Gaining more ground than the floor

Before you knew shite

I kicked down your front door

We put drums and b-lines

And stain your inner mind

Boldly you are struck with this Rootique design

See I don’t

Know no better

Than to keep my shit deep

Ticking over time till my week end my sleep

I shun the ways of all sheep-like types

When I grips mics you get pure blessed strength

Heaven sent, making heathens repent

Push your bad shit back

Here comes the baptism

Don’t key nuff his instant composition

And there’ll be no backsliding in my church

Cos I hurt like the truth

Check my magazine

Any which way heathens must get redeemed

Before you get the wrong idea

Here’s something I got to make clear

The ex-experts with the expertise

Ain’t got no place over here

Before you get the wrong

Start acting wrong strong

If you ever catch me dancing on a table top

In a thong, in a seedy dive

Looking sad like my stuff’s gone wrong

Yeah, for now I look focussed, diligent, strong

Point is to make me warn ya

That you never know quite what’s around the corner

See, if I had the gift of foresight

Wishing I could tell you, babe, that it’ll be all right

But don’t forget to live up in the hear and now

While you thinking 'bout the year two thou'

For the future don’t be scared

Be prepared to stop chase the chattels and the vanity

Get in touch with your soul and spirituality

Before the full calamity is here, my dear

My fire’s still burning like a spear

Wildflower, Roots Manuva, make it clear, make it clear

Roots Manuva: We make it blouse not clear

Before you get the wrong idea

Here’s something I got to make clear

The ex-experts with the expertise

Ain’t got no place over here

Before you get the wrong idea

Here’s something I got to make clear

The ex-experts with the expertise

Ain’t got no place over here

Over here.

Over where?

I stay pensive

Keep my flex of trashion expensive

Dem A&R stay anally retentive

You tink how I step fras I just

Deal with the matter put my heart pon plate

White labels in a suitcase

Photocopies of some spiel and my black face

I’m on the corner of East Street

Yelling, rag and bones style

Greet the mans with a spud

Greet the skeets with a smile

Frig 'em all, here stands the heart, the balls

So if you truly sick and tired of the bullshite hype

Back a local man and make a stand

Sing nah

We don’t wannabe, we just be

We most uncouth, we un-PC

Kick the sand in your face

The ace is mine

Travelcard in my pocket running under the Thames

Heading North of the river to collect two ends

It go…

Before you get the wrong idea

Here’s something I got to make

Something I got to

Before you get the wrong idea

Here’s something I got to make clear

The ex-experts with the expertise

Ain’t got no place over here

Before you get the wrong idea

Here’s something I got to make clear

The ex-experts with the expertise

Ain’t got no place over here

Over here

Before you get the wrong idea

Here’s something I got to make clear

The ex-experts with the expertise

Ain’t got no place over here

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We nah beg no friend no

We nah we nah we nah we nah

We nah beg no friend no

We nah we nah we nah nah

We nah beg no friend no

We nah we nah we nah we nah

We nah beg no friend no