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Roots Manuva - Juggle Tings Proper Lyrics

  • (Great Scott! I say, old bean)
  • This happens to be the article of fusion
  • Huh! The roots-fi discotheque
  • As we move
  • It's that jet-black flow from the southwest of illo n d-o-n
  • The second nature of the vent dem rebel routine
  • I scheme and plot, ain't no use in stepping if we don't step hot
  • Let the movements be made, there's goals to be getting
  • No second for no love or no fettin
  • Why there's all these ugly mans on my TV screen?
  • I wrap my head with foil so I don't catch so I don't catch them beams
  • The sound of half a downer don't pray fi step solo
  • We far flung frontier, captain kirk, the sun trekker
  • Full time I climb, my chip deeper taught as I sow seeds of thought
  • The fruits of the roots, a vision of splendid splendidness
  • Now be proud to be spittin in the face of the beast
  • With each and every move I make, every shite I break
  • You might watch me but I watch you too
  • Ain't a thing you can do to stop me!
  • [Chorus 2x]
  • Whom wants this or that
  • Watch these enzymes react
  • How we juggle tings proper
  • Man, don't
  • When I swing I'm far fetched like hicks from hicksville
  • High steps got me trippin from Peckham to Bucks Hill
  • Still I stand firm through the strife conflict
  • Motion slick, hip to every ring poli-trick
  • So I spread love like Lennon and Yoko Ono
  • Keep vibes slow-mo for a ho-tential
  • Don't go callin me coon, you'll catch a boot to your jaw
  • We pro-black, freak that, can't sweep no floor
  • I heard those my people, them burst their backs
  • Work hard for eons and paid tax and have not seen jack
  • In return, how does shit burn
  • It could well make a guy lose sense and rationale
  • Onto kamikazes on shifting streets
  • It's eyeball for eyeball and teeth for teeth
  • While we spin on this ball of confusion
  • I sight no solution, cesspits just get more frowsy
  • Chemical rain got me drunken and drowsy
  • Rowdy, I got no choice but to be
  • The living example of a root-fi youth type soldier
  • Bowling through like there ain't no tomorrow
  • Brave them terrains of pain and deep sorrow
  • But still keep sliding on, I try to make sense of the madness
  • But it seems like I'm wasting my time, it's best I just
  • Go get me mine, find some inner peace
  • Climb to higher heights, embrace the light
  • [Chorus 2x]
  • This living dead noose, the bane of life in the west
  • But who's down for civil unrest?
  • In times like these comrades is hard to find
  • The beast keeps the masses toeing the line
  • With them sneaky tactics they'll keep them boys running
  • So they can have a market for their guns and ammunition
  • Keep the third world in a stagnant position
  • Begging for monetary aid from IMF
  • Who don't seem too keen to write of the third world debt
  • Cause they profit from holding it down
  • Soon there'll be no dollars, no yens, no pounds
  • Just madness, microchips and hi-tech war
  • And all because the beast wants to gain control
  • Of each and every mind, body, spirit and soul
  • [Chorus 2x]
  • We keep it jugglin, keep it jugglin

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