Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swords In The Dirt, artist - Roots Manuva. Album song Run Come Save Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.07.2001
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Swords In The Dirt |
| Lungs ah filly |
| Manuva get milly |
| Blacked out, coming like a black sport billy |
| Venture plan, see me with my DV cam |
| Film my low tech movie on mothers who push prams |
| To smuggle grams to get grands to feed their babies |
| Skid valley death traps get more crazy |
| I’m coolin in my yard now I drinks my Bailey’s |
| We love rap, ghetto fuel, feeding the poor |
| Keep them grubalicious gavvers from knocking ya door |
| It’s x amount of do’s to diss, we stay dat |
| Swords in the dirt, sonny, show your respect |
| My escapades left your fucking shit splayed |
| In or lay lay |
| Outta town but not Hyde |
| And hundred keys in the dirt and still rising |
| Big five pop off style and go town in some shiny black loafers |
| For raving down |
| Yeah yo |
| Weekend reach, we spend cash in them wine bars, bashment raves and sound clashes |
| None of y’all fools dun know where to find me since I buss up the spot and dust |
| the mid nineties |
| Sword in the mud, still I go on foul |
| Still sword in the dirt, still poppin' off work |
| Dat |
| Monster guy, king killer eye |
| Eight hands and eight pies, da octapie |
| Yo |
| Rodney P ah wah they put me in the mix |
| Yo, you’ve yet to see the best of 'P' |
| You believe I smoke too much weed? |
| It’s guaranteed |
| I’m a twist trees 'til my eye dem bleed |
| An' I believe sex is good on Es but that me |
| The truth will set you free, we nah lie |
| True I use my third eye, calm and free eye |
| Jah know |
| And imma live big |
| And send requests to my girl cos my girl is my rib |
| Ya know the flex, ya know the plan |
| Got my sword in the dirt and my spliff in my hand |
| And it’s big tings a gwarn to my MC gang |
| Riddim killa for the girls and the ganja man |
| Swords in the dirt |
| The whole truth hurts |
| Our posse and crew stand strong and do the worse |
| Swords in the dirt |
| The cold truth burns |
| Whole posse and crew stand strong and do the worse |
| Dr. Evil BLAH inya bludclart |
| Adda real up in a face of a seven worse ting |
| We live long and never prosperin' |
| Always regrettin' it |
| We can’t na fadar folloh |
| Fashion, you flash bare foolery, coonery |
| Even your white boy decoys is niggas now |
| Keep it bloodklart, I’m at home chillin' |
| Sword inna mud? |
| Smack you inna head copper beg your pardon |
| Hardened fumes tell you gammas nuttin' |
| We magnetic son ultra |
| North and south polar |
| Whole lotta minutes soldier |
| I told you come boulder |
| Or get flat |
| My acid tune is rude and jet black |
| This is P man |
| Superheavyweight spangle with the tea man |
| Top shotta south east man |
| Streets man |
| You know I push that work |
| Hurt anything that’s tryna invade my turf |
| Imma braveheart |
| Stickin' my sword in the dirt |
| I take part |
| Tings in the boot of the Merc' |
| Open dat |
| Push da strap under my shirt |
| Cos if I have to, I blast you of the face of the earth |
| And right about now |
| This is rap revolution |
| They can try to fight down |
| But P’s the solution |
| The world is mine |
| Frontline kingpin |
| Keepin' it live for south east 1 5 |
| Right now the Skeme |
| I got my sword in the dirt on SE8 frontlines |
| Arms I shot are cyphers |
| Fire blaze rounds |
| When I bless wax, ag |
| Battle rap crimes |
| All chichi mon fiyah bun one time |
| I’m a sword swingin' general from your dirty south |
| Like puffin cable tongue you get super mow |
| Skeme’s about |
| Two thousand horror of rap |
| With the sword in the dirt while I’m stabbing the track |
| Fassy’s don’t like what us warriors built |
| But I’m holding down my space with a lancer shield |
| Black knights of this rap ting, ya skin get peeled |
| And if I don’t have my sword then the nine’s the deal |
| And that’s the real |
| Don’t you got me on a long ting no |
| They tried to diss but they can’t stop this flow |
| Swords in the dirt |
| The whole truth hurts |
| Posse and crew stand strong and do the worse |
| The cold truth burns |
| Our posse and crew stand strong and do the worse |