| My escapades exceed Caddy Escalades
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| I best behave to the rhythm of justice slaves
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| Selected brave ah lecture me extra waves
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| Doggin your sounds causing you clowns just to cave
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| Address the rage rush the stage just to blaze
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| Glorify your glamour and gorers just to faze
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| Cutting down the rainforest for cows just to graze
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| It’s killin the populous while you clone test tube babes
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| Test the change 'cause of the fantasies they try to feed us
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| Under the bridge drumming for flea an anthony kiedis
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| I ran from elitist who got the truth confused
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| It’s the Manphibian and the one Roots Manuva
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| Yo, Mystic Mindset travel at work 8
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| Flashback to my very first taste of hash cane
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| Oh Lord I feel so sensual And every now and then I get a great sense of wha…
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| Synchronization of the hip gyration of the old time New Right
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| Back to Back, Man or no man no matter oh man boy or boy girl or girl
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| Steppin out of place with the light of the world I’m locked up
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| Weed grass rushing through my veins slip over the rocky terrain and maintain
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| Like a weed whore checkin that hydroponic buck
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| Earth child, come see me rolling in the muck
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| He there go ever so civilized while I unrobe
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| No played out to catch wives
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| Don’t wanna get knicks up in their mix up
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| Wanna just fix up mind soul and mental plane
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| (Chorus 2x Both)
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| Join the Dots, block blood in the block
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| Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what
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| 2na Manuva get gettin the got
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| Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot
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| Yo some of these fellas be over zealous
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| We have them darks jealous in dark cellas
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| Blowing like branford marsalis
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| We park dwellers rhythm rebellers
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| We spark letters we art sellers
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| Pleadin the waters the sharks fell us
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| Be quick with your camcorder In no particular plan order
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| We go hit like vehicular man slaughter sing
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| In ding bring a fling of bringin it on
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| Refuse to get lost in the quest for one
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| Although we trans-atlantic we never pedantic
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| Check my antic, we most romantic
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| We plan shit new for self Quantumly
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| We killin the saw man we killin the sea
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| Join the Dots, block blood in the block
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| Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what
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| 2na Manuva get gettin the got
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| Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot
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| No Sir Mr. 2na, I can’t burn the blunt
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| I remember the last time and have a good time
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| Yo Yo, You ran slower while my clan grow chance’ll
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| Let the man know my pen brush stroke like Van Gogh
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| I disappear like his missing ear when I’m switchin gears
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| Shining like your kitchen ware rhymes rich and rare
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| Get your picture clear, 2na the stealth reporter
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| I melt your order like sugar and seltzer water
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| Whoever felt the horror but knows that their chance vague
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| Surround your sound like a spandex pants leg
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| Spread like an advanced plague worms never dance may
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| Shout the f and f that beats my man craig
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| Join the Dots, block blood in the block
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| Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what
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| 2na Manuva get gettin the got
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| Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Join The Dots , by - Roots Manuva. Song from the album Run Come Save Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп