Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Witness (Walworth Rd. Rockers Dub), artist - Roots Manuva. Date of issue: 22.03.2012
Song language: English
Witness (Walworth Rd. Rockers 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 |