Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Lynch, artist - Roots Manuva. Album song Dub Come Save Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
The Lynch |
| Diggin deep into the low budget |
| Halftime |
| We find |
| Diamonds in the rough |
| We rough them up and watch them glisten |
| Yeah |
| Yeahyayyy |
| Chicken thigh |
| Ya know |
| Chicken thigh |
| My ill piece cosmic commentator |
| Niche innovator |
| Of this hard left |
| Something like a treble cleft |
| Turning over cobble like a back street chef |
| Don’t you be mistaken is it odd dub for G |
| Or go get them bricks or we can meet down blackheath |
| Bringing the set, bringing the decks, bringing the plastic |
| We can crash on a one or way |
| Play for play |
| To see who make the crowd bubble |
| It’s pure trouble and trauma |
| Weak hearts keep trying their love |
| Sector few we central get rough we get bruised |
| Left them walking open just they string they vest and shoes |
| It was on the choice |
| You chose to come and test |
| Braised all your steaks now ain’t jack shite left |
| Now you’re in the know you’ll be best to head the warning and learn |
| You mess with them pickies and you shall get burnt |
| That’s a fact with a 10 grand trap |
| We hang a sound guy |
| We hang him up high |
| Nurse starts fi check ‘im, an we see the end cry |
| Shoulda never test |
| Shoulda never try |
| Did he na walk on tha |
| I consider why |
| We hang a sound guy |
| We hang him up high |
| Nurse starts fi check ‘im an we see the end cry |
| Did he not walk on tha |
| I consider why |
| Shoulda never test |
| Shoulda never try |
| Ain’t no stigma attached |
| Unashamed |
| That’s the proud posse |
| Cruff cycle dudutuff |
| From the cuff |
| The script |
| Ya know that it’s conclusive |
| With the response from weak heart we flex |
| Stay abusive |
| We are the original soul g |
| Born to defend that belief with a vigour |
| Carrot juice nigga |
| Born to deliver |
| On type the boogy proof croof |
| From the heart the soul |
| It’s not socialite more like socialist |
| Shack up wrack up |
| Raggamatic twist tell me |
| Why the hell you wan fi run up ya gums |
| A criss tings we bring when Manuva come |
| And ain’t no blaggin or braggin |
| That stuff work miracles |
| Geez get them tapes and in two weeks they fly like aeroplanes |
| We should be full of ourselves |
| Got these roots fi applies to the science that defines |
| Frontline full time |
| Diggin them trenches I sharpen my senses |
| Sound of war drum |
| For 10 miles around you hear that supersonic off (?) |
| We stamp on weak hearts with size 12 foot |
| We are |
| Bloodthirsty |
| Showing no mercy |
| Needle hits the plate |
| Town boys emigrate cos they just can’t handle |
| Shame and disgrace |
| Who be those brays trynn’a hold they face |
| Trynn’a hold back the tears |
| Who"s grip ah we fear |
| Beggin for a bly but they dun get ill |
| Contract is written an we gone for the kill |
| Contract is written and we gone |
| We hang a sound guy |
| We hang him up high |
| Nurse starts fi check him and we see the end, cry |
| Did he not walk corner |
| I consider why |
| Shoulda never test |
| Shoulda never try |
| We hang a sound guy |
| We hang him up high |
| Did he not walk corner |
| I consider why |
| Shoulda never test |
| Shoulda never try |
| Should never test, yeah… |