| Mickle mingey BPM
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| Slow blends is my friends
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| We transcends till when
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| We grooves with no end
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| Intense like sun-rays
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| Scorching down hard
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| Some next types of charge
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| Is at large
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| I sight the Devil
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| In all forms of trait
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| Fusing up the friction
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| Stirring up the hate
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| My Gosh!
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| I disagree, I never saw
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| Just a skin-war
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| I see oppressed against oppression
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| But this mode’s oppression
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| Is dressed with many guise
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| To side-step their sights
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| I feel with inner eyes
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| Watch them paro cats, them
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| Now I dictate to friend:
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| Dem a spee, they just don’t see that
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| Friction in waiting
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| Be the dislocation
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| In this limb that could be mighty, moving tight
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| I guess I’m a romantic
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| My plan is to defy
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| The nature of an eye
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| That’s bent on me and mine
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| For real —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| For real —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| I grooves on with the pureness
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| I grace with the breeze
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| Could not give a damn
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| If a damn be to sleaze
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| I be just swinging this heartfelt profound
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| Get getting down
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| Though fools might shun my sound
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| I proceed with procedures well
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| Container in my hand and I’m heading to the well
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| I bring views for the masses to share
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| I fights down greed 'cos there’s heaps here to spare
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| But, back in the days
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| I were full of bitterness
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| Seen the next man’s gain
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| I was green and full of stress
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| Got to get me mine so I could mangle with my worth
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| If death be the tool, then cats hit the earth
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| Gracious Lord!
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| Be feels to shame
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| Proud for the change
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| Now I gets kilogram gain
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| (A basic procedure
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| How I heed ya
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| Alrighty
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| Okay.)
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| For real —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| Indeed —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| For real —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| I’m extending my hand to the everyday folk
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| Trying to slip from the grip of a living-dead float
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| The glimmity-glam — I’ve got 'nuff of them fooled
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| By the way I open up and prepare to be schooled
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| Trekking through the cess-pit
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| I sharps up my wit
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| Numbing to the pressure of an ego-trip
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| I’m making slick with mad energy
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| And mad magnitude
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| Wha gwan with snakes
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| I’m yet to be clued
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| What holds me so close to these deep sides of mine
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| Pre-occupation with this rootique refine
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| I know not
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| But good God, she eats out my skin
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| The nature of a deep side
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| That lies deep within
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| Ever be sourcing to inspire
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| See me like rain to a wild bush-fire
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| Rootique refine
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| Is the spine of my joint
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| Thy heartless have got to catch cuff to the groin
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| For real —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| For real —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| Indeed —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| For real —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| For real —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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| For real —
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| It’s with some next type of motion
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| Steady flexing
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| With some next
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| Types
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| Of motion
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| Know the notion
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| We smooth like baby dancing lotion
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| Oh God!
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| Strings!
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| Trill!
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| Legato!
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| Oh right
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| Oh right |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Motion 5000, artist - Roots Manuva. Album song Brand New Second Hand, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп