Motion 5000 - Roots Manuva

Mickle mingey BPM

Slow blends is my friends

We transcends till when

We grooves with no end

Intense like sun-rays

Scorching down hard

Some next types of charge

Is at large

I sight the Devil

In all forms of trait

Fusing up the friction

Stirring up the hate

My Gosh!

I disagree, I never saw

Just a skin-war

I see oppressed against oppression

But this mode’s oppression

Is dressed with many guise

To side-step their sights

I feel with inner eyes

Watch them paro cats, them

Now I dictate to friend:

Dem a spee, they just don’t see that

Friction in waiting

Be the dislocation

In this limb that could be mighty, moving tight

I guess I’m a romantic

My plan is to defy

The nature of an eye

That’s bent on me and mine

Steady flexing with some next type of motion

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Steady flexing with some next type of motion

For real —

It’s with some next type of motion

I grooves on with the pureness

I grace with the breeze

Could not give a damn

If a damn be to sleaze

I be just swinging this heartfelt profound

Get getting down

Though fools might shun my sound

I proceed with procedures well

Container in my hand and I’m heading to the well

I bring views for the masses to share

I fights down greed 'cos there’s heaps here to spare

But, back in the days

I were full of bitterness

Seen the next man’s gain

I was green and full of stress

Got to get me mine so I could mangle with my worth

If death be the tool, then cats hit the earth

Gracious Lord!

Be feels to shame

Proud for the change

Now I gets kilogram gain

(A basic procedure

How I heed ya

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Okay.)

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Steady flexing with some next type of motion

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I’m extending my hand to the everyday folk

Trying to slip from the grip of a living-dead float

The glimmity-glam — I’ve got 'nuff of them fooled

By the way I open up and prepare to be schooled

Trekking through the cess-pit

I sharps up my wit

Numbing to the pressure of an ego-trip

I’m making slick with mad energy

And mad magnitude

Wha gwan with snakes

I’m yet to be clued

What holds me so close to these deep sides of mine

Pre-occupation with this rootique refine

I know not

But good God, she eats out my skin

The nature of a deep side

That lies deep within

Ever be sourcing to inspire

See me like rain to a wild bush-fire

Rootique refine

Is the spine of my joint

Thy heartless have got to catch cuff to the groin

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Steady flexing with some next type of motion

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Types

Of motion

Know the notion

We smooth like baby dancing lotion

Oh God!

Strings!

Trill!

Legato!

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