ROOTS MANUVA - Sinking Sands lyrics

(feat. Sober Now)

Alright, okay

I arise in the morntime and cut through fresh books

Put them old Bruck trainers on my foot

For I am the picky mystic, I max the most

Drinking ginseng tea, eating huddle bread toast

While my skeet nags, jacks up my coat

She don't like the smell of my smoke

She says my eyes dem is red

And I need to go and fix up my head

Honey, my head is fixed

I'm getting deep with my purpose

Synchronizing to the mystics of cosmic energy

My specialty be to write buff raps

Weakhearts, they hate me like my name was poll tax

I don't part for none, I be the Godsend, God gifted

I work nuff shifts turning a penny to a pound

From a pound to jacks, from a jacks to a score

My brainwaves is twisted, my tactics is raw

Cause I

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Grip my teal boom as hard as I can

So I can find me a path through the sinking sands

[Sober Now]

Shit's hit the fan but I'm not the fan the shit's hit

It's the man with the bad arse bitch in town

Put her into the circles but she tore them down

And I frown, but in my heart I know it's all good

So I stick around like a true friend should

And they say that some things in life can't be really mended

But only time will tell how well you and your spark prevail

Try not to implore to the stereotype factors

That they brand us with cause there's enough love to give

Oh, Lord! What's happening to me?

All these situations I'm checking with intense scrutiny

I need to slow down there and hold the horses

And just concentrate on paving the right courses

So, so, so, so, so I

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[Roots Manuva]

Putting the reins on the joke ting in rap ting

We be inner city sorcerer rebel types, we roll!

Snowball effect planet wide

Diving and ducking, constantly rucking with the devil

Actions speak so we get active

Roots-fi perspective holds my mental in position

I supervision coach my decision

Cause there's may routes to take, much money to make

I fight not to buckle under pressure

I'm on a quest, got to find that real self

Uno priority be wealth in the mental

Cause nothing down sweet like the feeling I reap

When I plan with my peeps and them plans come together

Strong and cold-sheist, them coast the ill weather

I weren't supposed to be but still am

Vibes catch a hold of my mind, I write jams

Take it to the mans dem for the ‘instant rewind'

If I gets no rewind still I pay fools no mind

Cause Hylton Smythe never took no bribe

I be independent, my jacket stay stinking

Nuff of them be thinking that the smile's off-key

They're right, I'm full of mad eccentricities

I believe in the power of the G-o-d

While nuff of them be burning their obeah candle

I strap on my sandal and walk like Jesus

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