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