Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Movements, artist - Roots Manuva. Album song Brand New Second Hand, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.02.1999
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Movements |
| I bring you ten tonne girth to this homegrown range |
| Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain |
| But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate |
| We elevate to that next state, motion divine |
| Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall |
| With this knowledge and overstanding |
| Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff |
| Yes, we come proper with potency |
| Ain’t no blood in my body, it’s liquid soul in my vein |
| I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged |
| And it’s all criss once I get neatly in the cipher |
| Chat like pickney to the piper that pied |
| As this natural mystic blows through the air |
| These lessons of life become crystal clear |
| Precision of my vision is ital |
| Separating sharks from the blessed is vital |
| Now I can smell a rat coming from a mile round the corner |
| One time I bored ya, twice you can’t couf |
| No, we won’t stop rebuke thee |
| You satanics, you fools can’t recruit me |
| Not now while there’s |
| Movements fi make, typhoons grew |
| Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through |
| Movements fi make, typhoons grew |
| Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through |
| Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right |
| I’ll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie |
| Rolling with Jah bredren dem, God-blessed army |
| How the hell you gon stop this tide from steady coming |
| Run and catch in tune with the elements |
| At speed we proceed, traction for action |
| Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side |
| Too big to slide now, though they try to disguise |
| I can still recognize devilworks when I see it |
| Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends |
| Always had a hate for what their weakhearts defend |
| They fiend for that crack, ain’t no one to tax |
| We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed |
| Best believe that these times is treacherous |
| And I know not how else I’m supposed to act |
| But stand close to culture roots-fi |
| See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle |
| Haggling others who for the cause |
| Reigning with that roots type terror |
| Freaking at your weakhearty era but |
| We build, move and prove that we don’t suffer fools |