Ital Visions - Roots Manuva

Sanctified vagabond speaking pon tings

Praise be to king of the fringe but nah go 'head

Gonna take up in the mountain like two mountain dread

Staple nosh out, rocking that cold fish and bread

Babylon in my vein, gotta shake that out my system

Dip down, get flat, smack the floor

28 days on tour, the civil in me dwindle

Rekindle the hooligan conspiracy addict

Sporadic bouts of murderous thought

Fully qualified loon shaking a fist at the moon

Scolding notes of protest to the MI-5

Screaming «What makes thee, keep files on me?»

Just because I break the twigs off the sycamore tree

Place them in some water and we sit once and see

Transmit to transmit, frequencies

Utilities of the green matter mass

Way past the dust, the dust ash to ash

(way past the dust, the dust ash to ash)

Ital

Gorgon father stepping out the place pure vibal

Hippie gang tribal, praise no idol

Penetrate maths in the valley for cash

.22's we flash, flee this place

Valley too creepy, steal my grace

I’m check-checking, roots wrecking, a leaper hardstepping

Warming up the arts of a devil-cold pen

Folks embrace when my band enter

Warm and easy kicking style to your sensor

I spread my span, i’m rich with urch tips

We makes like we slick, lord knows that we slick but

These brands are stickies of an acquired yearn

We cushion the ill, as babylon churn

Too gripping two rhyme flips like misers to money

Slap two blackjacks but we shun gin rummy

We’s, hardsteppa, we grooves in our step and

We, we nah keep no frowsy for friend

We, we were never victims of trends