Roots Manuva - Witness Lyrics
Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitterBreakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitterWe lean all day and some say that ain't productiveThat depend upon the demons that you're stuck withCause right now, I see clearer than mostI sit here contending with this cheese on toastI feel the pain of a third world famineSegue, we count them blessings and keep jammingIt's him scumbag, scum of the earth, his worth was nilUntil he gained the skill of tonguesFrom fifteen years young straight to my greyback selfI stay top shelf material, jerk chicken, jerk fishBreakaway slave, blissGenerate gees and then we stash 'em in the SwissFools can't see this, audio pistolsA fistful of hip hop banzai, progressing in the fleshEsoteric quotes, most frighteningDuppy took a hold of my hand while I was writingLet go me ting, duppy, let go me handI summon up the power of banana clan![Chorus x4]Witness the fitnessThe Cruffiton livethOne hope, one questSwigging that beetroot juice, now we dipping and boostSet the spirit dem loose, go head go slash up the nooseWe conclusive proof of both the truth, the rightCause whether we hitchhike or push bike or travel kind of trashManifest that with wholesome roots rap, manifest that, yeah!I do my same way, ain't nothing else I knowGone up in the life with this here rag-and-bone flowSqueeze the pain from my belly and set my soul freeTravel over ocean, land and sea, face nuff stress and difficultyFlung back from the brink, gwan in kinda stinkWe don't give a frigg about what dem fools thinkFrigg your network, our debt work a speak for itselfProof of the trophy and champion beltCome sun, come rain, come hailstone pelt[Chorus x4]Bwana Smith with some old time shitLet the whole world know we on some off-key tipMega-manic when time the pressure start lickBy the hook or by the crook, by the poop or by the kickHe's sickly cryptic, spitting that codeAnd most proud to present that Cruffiton modeAnd it shows that they bros done seen a few sleightsLife throws scenarios, reality bitesWe in collision with the beastLost we religion and we can't get no peaceIdiot weakhearts want to take I for chiefStoop to their level and we plotting cold griefBut we should know that discipline maketh the geesSeparation of the DAT from the rap, that's a mustProceed set speed with the Cruffiton touchProceed set speed..Cruffiton, y'all[Chorus x4]
