| Coming through with the Hallelu Vitalisation,
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| New talk sensation, Vibe see Vibration.
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| Spitting on the bacon is my first result.
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| You will never see this folk juckin in this pork
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| Wild blast from the chalice,
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| Flood my blood stream, this blessing sting.
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| Cleans my mind to a gleam.
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| See the light my tips see be tight.
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| With these intergalatic tackles to the core.
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| Raw from the south of the Thames
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| Bringing folks vision like a contact lense.
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| Nothing but this ital, vital World Roots recital
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| We don’t follow fashion, nor fad, not at all
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| See me to town come fe nice up the ball
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| 'long side the Holy Ghost, living like some pastor.
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| Casting out the spell of this man made hell.
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| Cornmeal Dumpling Give me strength y’all
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| Rebuke devils, make devils repent y’all
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| Hey.
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| Chorus:
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| I’m feeling groovy (i.i)
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| (i.i)
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| Good God
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| Do you
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| (i.i)
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| Flavour too dead, now they call me abortion.
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| My look to twist a torsion made force uncontained
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| Pen 'em too hard he just might twist your brain
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| 'cos I grace track with Roots vibe syntax
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| Funkified, footloose like the old farmer slacks.
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| I enter the arena with some next type of juice.
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| This has the energy, clipping from the noose.
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| Freeing up my mind, from that living dead fluck.
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| Devil eyes have fe get to the hell from these mortals.
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| We won’t stop cry for little beady.
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| Step up, Stand up, you know you got qualities
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| And so we groove and so we gwan and so we skid
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| Motion splendid with this routique we fine.
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| Fending of the heat of this shall bar-b we flame.
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| Times is dark, we can’t feel no shame, but.
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| Cornmeal Dumpling Give me strength y’all
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| Rebuke devils, make devils repent y’all
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| Hey.
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| Cornmeal Dumpling Give me Strength
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| Chorus:
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| Scatting verse:
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| I sing, who’s discoteque is this,
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| It’s my discoteque
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| I don’t give a dam how you wish me to flex
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| Imma flex how I feel to flex
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| Light-years over the heads of heads
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| Who study cool, I know they fool
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| All you had to do was to be yourself
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| Who am I? |
| Hey
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| Who’s discoteque is this,
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| It’s my discoteque
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| Who’s discoteque is this,
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| It’s my discoteque
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| And I shall be
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| I don’t wanna be
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| I do
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| Singing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cornmeal Dumpling , by - Roots Manuva. Song from the album Brand New Second Hand, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп