Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wisdom Fall, artist - Roots Manuva. Album song Brand New Second Hand, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.02.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Wisdom Fall |
And without any shame, for we are the unashamed |
Lord Gosh presents to you: the audio blanket |
Man U-V-A, with some holy hurray |
Deft words display, write rhymes in clay |
So if nobody don’t feel my z-ray |
I’ll cool in my corner, make myself a tre |
Seek and find a way to get my soul some pay |
Put some clothes on my back, put some food in my belly |
Drink some Irish moss and go roll in the hay |
Wisdom fall, slap my headpiece |
I’m packing ammunition for who? |
Papa Time bites at the short-and-curlies |
Onna lift grin cause she gwan too whirly |
She buff bad but she vex me nuff |
Make me lose myself, turn drinking cruff |
I’m on some fix-up, singing some progress tune |
Check, checka me check it, me checking myself |
Rickety raps we write upon scraps of A4 |
Jack shite to do, beheld my mind tour |
For to visualise is to be, to be is to gwan with tings |
As your plane grow wings, we gets fly |
As I bust a wheelie in the sky |
We don’t follow, follow? |
Code-red leader |
Paid off the third term, foot gets stampede |
Homeward bound, we pulling telescope focus |
Hanging in the outback on tough concrete |
Inter-outer galactic transportation |
Zoot my bone and I reflect at this eighth floor |
Raw, gyro-cheque poor |
Roadside distraction to the tune of galore |
Kerotene gets refueled, detox for system |
Him a catch a frisking |
Discotheque off your weakheart hex |
My level stay next to none of the run-of-the-mill |
Ex amount pride now |