Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Witness Dub, artist - Roots Manuva. Album song Dub Come Save Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.07.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Witness Dub |
Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter |
Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter |
We lean all day and some say that ain’t productive |
That depend upon the demons that you’re stuck with |
Cause right now, I see clearer than most |
I sit here contending with this cheese on toast |
I feel the pain of a third world famine |
Segue, we count them blessings and keep jamming |
It’s him scumbag, scum of the earth, his worth was nil |
Until he gained the skill of tongues |
From fifteen years young straight to my greyback self |
I stay top shelf material, jerk chicken, jerk fish |
Breakaway slave, bliss |
Generate gees and then we stash 'em in the Swiss |
Fools can’t see this, audio pistols |
A fistful of hip hop banzai, progressing in the flesh |
Esoteric quotes, most frightening |
Duppy took a hold of my hand while I was writing |
Let go me ting, duppy, let go me hand |
I summon up the power of banana clan! |
Witness the fitness |
The Cruffiton liveth |
One hope, one quest |
Swigging that beetroot juice, now we dipping and boost |
Set the spirit dem loose, go head go slash up the noose |
We conclusive proof of both the truth, the right |
Cause whether we hitchhike or push bike or travel kind of trash |
Manifest that with wholesome roots rap, manifest that, yeah! |
I do my same way, ain’t nothing else I know |
Gone up in the life with this here rag-and-bone flow |
Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free |
Travel over ocean, land and sea, face 'nuff stress and difficulty |
Flung back from the brink, gwan in kinda stink |
We don’t give a frigg about what dem fools think |
Frigg your network, our debt work a speak for itself |
Proof of the trophy and champion belt |
Come sun, come rain, come hailstone pelt |
Bwana Smith with some old time shit |
Let the whole world know we on some off-key tip |
Mega-manic when time the pressure start lick |
By the hook or by the crook, by the poop or by the kick |
He’s sickly cryptic, spitting that code |
And most proud to present that Cruffiton mode |
And it shows that they bros done seen a few sleights |
Life throws scenarios, reality bites |
We in collision with the beast |
Lost we religion and we can’t get no peace |
Idiot weakhearts want to take I for chief |
Stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief |
But we should know that discipline maketh the gees |
Separation of the DAT from the rap, that’s a must |
Proceed set speed with the Cruffiton touch |
Proceed set speed. |
Cruffiton, y’all |