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(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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