Roots Manuva - Juggle Tings Proper Lyrics
(Great Scott! I say, old bean)This happens to be the article of fusionHuh! The roots-fi discothequeAs we moveIt's that jet-black flow from the southwest of illo n d-o-nThe second nature of the vent dem rebel routineI scheme and plot, ain't no use in stepping if we don't step hotLet the movements be made, there's goals to be gettingNo second for no love or no fettinWhy 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 beamsThe sound of half a downer don't pray fi step soloWe far flung frontier, captain kirk, the sun trekkerFull time I climb, my chip deeper taught as I sow seeds of thoughtThe fruits of the roots, a vision of splendid splendidnessNow be proud to be spittin in the face of the beastWith each and every move I make, every shite I breakYou might watch me but I watch you tooAin't a thing you can do to stop me![Chorus 2x]Whom wants this or thatWatch these enzymes reactHow we juggle tings properMan, don'tWhen I swing I'm far fetched like hicks from hicksvilleHigh steps got me trippin from Peckham to Bucks HillStill I stand firm through the strife conflictMotion slick, hip to every ring poli-trickSo I spread love like Lennon and Yoko OnoKeep vibes slow-mo for a ho-tentialDon't go callin me coon, you'll catch a boot to your jawWe pro-black, freak that, can't sweep no floorI heard those my people, them burst their backsWork hard for eons and paid tax and have not seen jackIn return, how does shit burnIt could well make a guy lose sense and rationaleOnto kamikazes on shifting streetsIt's eyeball for eyeball and teeth for teethWhile we spin on this ball of confusionI sight no solution, cesspits just get more frowsyChemical rain got me drunken and drowsyRowdy, I got no choice but to beThe living example of a root-fi youth type soldierBowling through like there ain't no tomorrowBrave them terrains of pain and deep sorrowBut still keep sliding on, I try to make sense of the madnessBut it seems like I'm wasting my time, it's best I justGo get me mine, find some inner peaceClimb to higher heights, embrace the light[Chorus 2x]This living dead noose, the bane of life in the westBut who's down for civil unrest?In times like these comrades is hard to findThe beast keeps the masses toeing the lineWith them sneaky tactics they'll keep them boys runningSo they can have a market for their guns and ammunitionKeep the third world in a stagnant positionBegging for monetary aid from IMFWho don't seem too keen to write of the third world debtCause they profit from holding it downSoon there'll be no dollars, no yens, no poundsJust madness, microchips and hi-tech warAnd all because the beast wants to gain controlOf each and every mind, body, spirit and soul[Chorus 2x]We keep it jugglin, keep it jugglin
