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Another "Whats in your CD player" thread

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posted on Jul, 5 2007 @ 10:10 PM
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How many times
Can they fill me with lies
And I listen again
Twisting the truth
And they're playin' around with my head, O.K.
The things they will do and the things they will say
But they don't really understand
Tears fill my eyes when I hear all the cries
For the reason today

And they don't really know even what they're talkin' about
And I can't image what empty heads can achieve
Leave me alone, don't want your promises no more
'Cos rock & roll is my religion and my law
Won't ever change, may think it's strange
You can't kill rock & roll, it's here to stay

Lookin' through eyes of time
Mirrors reflecting their stories untrue
Promises, promises
Telling me all of my glories overdue
How many times have I heard it before
And I'll probably hear it again
King of a thousand knights, pawn in a table light
Losing to you

And they don't really know even what they're talkin' about
And I can't image what empty heads can achieve
Leave me alone, don't want your promises no more
'Cos rock & roll is my religion and my law
Won't ever change, may think it's strange
You can't kill rock & roll, it's here to stay

Even the rhymes that they
Give me in times of confession ain't true
Outcome is obvious
All for them, none for us
Meaning you too
The things they will do and the things they will say
When they don't really understand
Fear of rejection, I need their protection
I'm making a stand

'Cos they don't really know even what they're talkin' about
And I can't image what empty heads can achieve
Leave me alone, don't want your promises no more
'Cos rock & roll is my religion and my law
Won't ever change, may think it's strange
You can't kill rock & roll, it's here to stay

Leave me alone, don't want your promises no more
'Cos rock & roll is my religion and my law
Won't ever change, may think it's strange
I'm born to rock & roll, I'm here to stay, yeah


Thats what is currently playing in my CD right now..
I just like the words to this song.. Im an old school fan of Ozzy before he became mainstream.. He is the only artist that didnt make me sad when he sold out.. Hes the man!! One of my favorit Drunken artists, Im shocked he is still kickin.. Honestly..




posted on Jul, 6 2007 @ 07:56 AM
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ground control to major tom

www.youtube.com...

live earth inc



posted on Jul, 6 2007 @ 03:54 PM
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Pink Floyd, The Wall, disk 2.

Great album. pity it cost £31. Ebay next time.



posted on Jul, 6 2007 @ 06:12 PM
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I'm tearing away
Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay
You run away
Faster and faster you can't seem to get away
Break
Hope there's a reason
For questions unanswered I just don't see everything
Yes I'm inside you
Tell me how does it feel to feel like this
Just like I do
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
Do I really want this
Sometimes I scare myself I just can't let it go
Can you believe it
Everything happens for reasons I just don't know
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone or anything but me
God damn I love me
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone or anything
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone





posted on Jul, 6 2007 @ 06:17 PM
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Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor Beaten why for
Can't take much more
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now
Let the bodies hit the floor
Push me again
This is the end
Skin against skin blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in now you're here
Driven by hate consumed by fear
Let the bodies hit the floor





posted on Jul, 7 2007 @ 12:37 AM
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Tool
Ænima



Happy 7/7/7 everybody! I'll be rockin' out with Tool as my soundtrack (while nothing happens
).



posted on Jul, 7 2007 @ 03:48 AM
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Tom Waits - Diamonds And Gold


Broken glass, rusty nails where the wild violets grow
Say goodbye to the railroad, the mad dogs of summer
And everything that I know

What some men will do here for diamonds
What some men will do here for gold
They're wounded but they just keep on climbing
And sleep by the side of the road

There's a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb
Mad as a hatter, you're thin as a dime
Go out to the meadow, the hills are a-green
Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream

Small-time Napoleon's shattered his knees
But he stays in the saddle for Rose
And all his disciples, they shave in the gutter
And they gather what's left of his clothes

What some men will do here for diamonds
What some men will do here for gold
They're wounded but they just keep on climbing
And sleep by the side of the road



posted on Jul, 10 2007 @ 11:30 PM
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Roots Manuva - Chin High

Fuel injection on a blank page
My mental splurges and emerges from nothing
I'm the forgotten
The mule that got caught with two keys in his bottom
We don't know him
We don't owe him
Poetic justice with no poem
I study my art 'til I'm blue in the face
No time to waste, my heart's on the plate
The soul and life force dancing on the time lines
These ain't rhymes no more, they're straight sermons
For urban suburban Babylonian contours
Raw roll up raw, sounds of war
To drown out the police and their tracking device
Brings back to mind how they mack on the ice
'Cause they transmit and receive
Best know the beast will listen
Throw your glitz as they strip your assets
How vexed thou art, but you are playing a part
In your own damn demise
You money-grips need to get more wise

Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Pursue it
Pursue it


My I-tal views come from this I-tal brew
Something about these struggles and the things they do
The peace-bringers, quote-key-quote singers
Dead ringers for nothing in this marketplace
Could be target grace, a new-tical movement
Bringing an improvement to mind and soul
Life's a bitch, we tired of the bitching
Them cheap escape routes got me here twitching
How much money must we waste 'til we see
Them self-made Hells that we make for ourselves?
Goodbye old me, say hello to the new
Please Lord Jesus, help me get through
Can I be a man for my baby boo
What's a grown man supposing he need to do
When the world at large be scared of the truth
I got good reason to be uncouth
Like a big wide hole in the top of your roof
And I really don't got much nice to say
When day-to-day is pure bills to pay
So how am I supposed to change my ways
When this world at large seems to lead me astray?

Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Pursue it
Pursue it


Transfixed by an apparent
Will in the way
To seize the day
Accept us to social fray
Most remember what the media push
There goes the crooks who fiddle the books
And run scot-free 'cause money reigns supreme
In the gene of the fiends
Chemical warfare
Biological warfare
The near is never seen
Man and machine
Getting into things
While some claim road and some claim blame
Oblivious to the time that we're living in
The misled mislead
Afflicted by the greed
Government man keep fighting down the weed
While they boost up the booze, the Prozac, the Methodone
And use the taxpayer's money to develop their clones
Misinformation
Mass sedation
Nations baited for spiritual rapings

Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Pursue it
Pursue it


Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it
Pursue it
Pursue it


[edit on 11/7/07 by Implosion]



posted on Jul, 11 2007 @ 12:00 AM
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Roots Manuva - Dreamy Days




posted on Jul, 11 2007 @ 12:15 AM
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Roots Manuva - Witness [One Hope]



Well, well, well
Well, well
Well, well, well

Taskmaster burst
The bionic zit splitter
Breakneck speed
We drown ten pints of bitter
We lean all day
And some say that ain't productive
But that depends upon the demon that they stuck with
'Cos right now
I see clearer than most
I sit here contented with this cheese on toast
I feel the pain of a third world famine
Segue
We count them blessings and keep jamming
'Tis him
Scumbag, scum of the earth
His worth was nil
Until he gained the skill of tongues
From 15 years young straight to my grey back self
I stay top shelf material
Jerk chicken, jerk fish
Break away slave bliss
Generate G's and then we stash them in the Swiss
Fools can't see this
Audio pistols
A fistful of hip hop donzai
Progressin' in the flesh
Esoteric quotes most frightening
Duppy took hold of my hand while I was writing
Let go me ting Duppy
Let go me hand
I summon up the power of banana clan

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Swigging that deep root juice
Now we deh 'pon it boost
Set them spirit them loose
Go 'head go slash up the noose
With conclusive proof of both the truth
The right
'Cos whether we hitch hike or push bike
Or travel kinda trash
Manifest that
With wholesome roots rap
Manifest that yeah
I do my zing way
Ain't nutten else I know
Gone up in the life
With this I-ragged born flow
Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free
Travel over ocean land and sea
Faced nuff stress and difficulty
Flung back from the brink
Gwan'ing kind of stink
We don't give a frig about what them fools think
Frig your network
Our dett work will speak for itself
Proof of the trophy
And the champion belt
Come sun come rain come hailstone pelt

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Bwana Simit
With some old time #
Let the whole world know
We on some off key tip
Mega manic
When time the pressure start lick
By the hook or by the crook
By the poop or by the kick
He's sickly cryptic
Spitting the code
And most proud to present that cruffatin mode
And it shows that they bro's done
Seen a few sleights
Life throws scenarios
Reality bites
We in collision with the beast
Lost we religion and we can't get no peace
Idiot weakheart want to take I for chief
Stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief
But we should know that
Discipline maketh the geez
Separation of the DAT from the rap that's a must
Proceed set speed with the cruffatin touch
Proceed set speed
Crufatin yo

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest



posted on Jul, 11 2007 @ 12:35 AM
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Roots Manuva - The Falling

Guns, Bitches, Hoes, Crack
Death and disease and a baseball bat
STD that have no names
Down in the clinic with face full of shame
Russian roulette with a naked flame
Dangerously slow but in the fast lane
A big nose bleed and a bag of coc aine
Just got the news about the tumour in my brain
Just don't care so we sniff it all the same
Caught my best friend sleeping with my girlfriend Jane
Now were thinking of a way to get them slain
Assassins for hire they shall get paid
2 G 3 G whatever it cost
None of those fools should of got me cross
I'm just about ready for some treacherous thing
Hand grenade on the plane looks another dunblane

Mass murdering brains on the floor
Your dead 'cos I said you shouldn't live no more
You done and made me lose my cool
Where's my tool?
Who's the bigger fool?
Road rage, pavement rage, all kinda rage
You'll be lucky if you get to see some old age
Every other days a good day to die
Best be careful if you love your lives
You don't know nothing
You don't see nothing
You don't be nothing
You don't do nothing
But we all gotta be someone and somebody
But everybody here cant be that rich
You know the saying life's a bitch
I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch
Keep your mouth shut let me dig this ditch
Don't you be a stupid bitch

I took a blunt knife and took a piece of my heart
That's my sacrifice, my wayward device
It sound mad though, my self mutilation
Like Dr Faustus on his very first patient
The Gods ain't happy cos man is praising himself
Planning to get to heaven with that earthly wealth
Blood money, drug money nobody budge money
Mass fertility souls on the guillotine
Meantime I unravel calling Jimmy Saville
Come fix my epitome I'm bitterly the bitterness



posted on Jul, 11 2007 @ 03:40 AM
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Roots Manuva - Colossal Insight



Colossal Insight [Colossal, man]
Invites the soul [Inviting of the soapbox]
Sturdy after good food [More sturdy]
Colossal Insight [Colossal!]
Invites the soul [Inviting thy soul]
Sturdy after good food

Gracious Lord, my mega oh mighty!
I know I been slightly, out your path
Feelin' the cold draft, of the bleak winter
Splinters in my soul, I'm out of control
And I know, that I should cut down this drinkin'
Too many late nights and, wayward thinkin'
Compellin' a man to plan to shenanigans
The boy in me out and I got to be the man again
'Cause I didn't rhyme to get me rich
But I'm a scally, two two's you'll find I switch
Hurt and pain made me, nothin' came to save me
I walk with disaster, prefer to be plastered
'Times my master don't ask me for jack turd
All I owns is my balls and my word
No-body heard'a me, 'cause I'm a new man
I got this new plan, to get these new grams

Colossal Insight [Colossal, man]
Invites the soul [Inviting of the soapbox]
Sturdy after good food [More sturdy]
Colossal Insight [Colossal]
Invites the soul [Inviting thy soul]
Sturdy after good food

People call my name like, it's some kinda game like
I ain't got no fame like, I'm just the same type
Shoutin' out vain lights - "Move ya lurgy"
I'm far too nervy, observin' this world
Who the? Where the? What the? How the?
Media whores keep, shovellin' powder
It's nothin' to be proud of, but stuff goes on
Perceptions change, wrong's right an' right's wrong
Hoopla-hooblahing, devil keeps snarlin'
Bite-bites and it's sellin' more more more
This could well'a be my, last LP
I've had a good run, I've made a few G's
I've had a bag of fun, I've smoked a few trees
Now I wanna rest my, knobbly knees
All in all I been feelin' the pinch
and those bourgeois blacks have been far from convinced
but, I don't give a damn about UK rap
I'm a UK black makin' UK tracks
And, I got love for everyone of them scenes
And them pigeon-holes were never nothin' to hold me

Colossal Insight [Colossal, man]
Invites the soul [Inviting of the soapbox]
Sturdy after good food [More sturdy]
Colossal Insight [Colossal!]
Invites the soul [Inviting thy soul]
Sturdy after good food



posted on Jul, 11 2007 @ 11:31 PM
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PJ Harvey - This Is Love



I can't believe life's so complex
When I just wanna' sit here and watch you undress
I can't believe life's so complex
When I just wanna' sit here and watch you undress

This is love
This is love that I'm feeling
This is love
This is love that I'm feeling
This is love love love
That I'm feeling

Does it have to be a life full of dread?
I wanna' chase you round the table, wanna' touch your head
Does it have to be a life full of dread?
I wanna' chase you round the table, wanna' touch your head

This is love
This is love that I'm feeling
This is love
This is love that I'm feeling
This is love love love love
That I'm feeling

I can't believe that the axis turns on suffering
When you taste so good
I can't believe that the axis turns on suffering
While my head it burns

Yeah love love love
That I'm feeling
This is love
This is love that I'm feeling
This is love love love love
That I'm feeling

Even in the summer, even in the spring
You can never get too much of a wonderful thing

You're the only story that I never told
You're my dirty little secret, wanna' keep you so
You're the only story that never been told
You're my dirty little secret, wanna' keep you so

Come on out, come on over, help me forget
Keep the walls from falling as they're tumbling in
Come on out, come on over, help me forget
Keep the walls from falling on me, tumbling in
Keep the walls from falling as they're tumbling in

This is love
This is love that I'm feeling
This is love
This is love that I'm feeling
This is love
This is love that I'm feeling
This is love love love love
That I'm feeling
This is love love love
That I'm feeling
This is love love love
That I'm feeling
This is love love love love
That I'm feeling
This is love
This is love
That I'm feeling



posted on Jul, 11 2007 @ 11:39 PM
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PJ Harvey - Good Fortune



Threw my bad fortune
Of the top of
A tall building
I'd rather have done it with you
Your boy's smile
Five in the morning
Looked into your eyes
And I was really in love

In Chinatown
Hung over
You showed me
Just what I could do
Talking about
Time travel
And the meaning
Just what it was worth

And I feel like
Some bird of paradise
My bad fortune slipping away
And I feel the
Innocence of a child
Everybody's got something good to say

Things I once thought
Unbelievable
In my life
Have all taken place
When we walked through
Little Italy
I saw my reflection
Come right of your face

I paint pictures
To remember
You're too beautiful
To put into words
Like a gypsy
You dance in circles
All around me
And all over the world

And I feel like
Some bird of paradise
My bad fortune slipping away
And I feel the
Innocence of a child
Everybody's got something good to say

So I take my
Good fortune
And I fantasize
Of our leaving
Like some modern-day
Gypsy landslide
Like some modern day
Bonnie and Clyde

On the run again
On the run again




posted on Jul, 13 2007 @ 03:42 AM
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Roots Manuva - Wisdom Fall

And without any shame, for we are the unashamed
Lord Gosh presents to you: the audio blanket
[Brand new second hand]

Man U-V-A, with some holy hurray
Deft words display, write rhymes in clay
So if nobody don't feel my z-ray
I'll cool in my corner, make myself a tre
Seek and find a way to get my soul some pay
Put some clothes on my back, put some food in my belly
Drink some Irish Moss and go roll in the hay

Wisdom fall, slap my headpiece
I'm packing ammunition for who?

Wisdom fall, slap my headpiece
I'm packing ammunition for who?

Wisdom fall, slap my headpiece
I'm packing ammunition for who?

Papa Time bites at the short-and-curlies
Onna lift grin cause she gwan too whirly
She buff bad but she vex me nuff
Make me lose myself, turn drinking cruff
I'm on some fix-up, singing some progress tune
Check, checka me check it, me checking myself

Wisdom fall, slap my headpiece
I'm packing ammunition for who?

Wisdom fall, slap my headpiece
I'm packing ammunition for who?

Rickety raps we write upon scraps of A4
Jack #e to do, to help my mind torpor
For to visualise is to be, to be is to gwan with tings
As your plane grow wings, we gets fly
As I bust a wheelie in the sky
We don't follow, follow? Code-red leader
Paid off the third term, foot gets stampede
Homeward bound, we pulling telescope focus
Hanging in the outback on tough concrete
Inter-outer galactic transportation
Zoot my bone and I reflect at this eighth floor
Raw, gyro-cheque poor
Roadside distraction to the tune of galore
Kerotene gets refueled, detox for system
Him a catch a frisking
Discotheque off your weakheart hex
My level stay next to none of the run-of-the-mill
X amount pride now

Wisdom fall, slap my headpiece
I'm packing ammunition for who?



posted on Jul, 13 2007 @ 03:48 AM
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Roots Manuva - Clockwork

Aint nothin but this uncut cruffness I bring
Don't care bout no fide I do my own ting
Giving chase in this rat race, fears be face
And Smit be on the case, proud plus brave
Ready to be taking them drastic measures
Give me my treasure then splurt
Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt
I told you both through, fight through the bleat
Clench my teeth dweet, enzymes for me
By any which method positivity's be we shepherd
We pounce like left limb leopard
If you ever see me in the street pulling brand new good moves
You're wrong to confuse me with regular riff-raff
I got me cause and calling
Never have I held any love for stalling
Rush and make haste
You down for rebellion left-handed cruff we embrace the millennium

Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem

Aint no record that can hold me, I'm over sized
Ears ever be open to the words of the wise
But there's untold cats on my corner perpetrating
Read a few books and now their talking
They're looking to convert yours truly, but I'm unruly
Plus, for the crew like cooly folk
Mixing up the Guinness with the raw egg yolk
Cos it's all about strength while we walk through the valley of the snide Heathens
Get thee from my sight, you cats is ever eager
To preach up in my face when you just about scrape to know all that is
How the hell you try to tell me Coca-Cola got fizz?
I read your pamphlet four times, It don't make sense
You front like you be scholar, # smells pretence
Yous best get off your horse, drink your milk, get the frig out
It goes

Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem

What the frig makes you friggers want to frig with this?
Now you fools got me living with this mental fist
That I wear with knuckledusters, taking out these frogs in their clusters
Three by three, five by five
How would you describe this left handed loony
Toony votoony, dance gatecrasher
Heading through the back door straight to the bar
Then I'm gonna get me some firewater
Then I'm gonna scope out a young fine daughter
Ah yes, its my wayward nature
Hip to a caper, soon to have a house with X amount of acre

Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem

Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem

Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem



posted on Jul, 13 2007 @ 04:00 AM
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Roots Manuva - Join The Dots

[Roots Manuva]
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Good god ah, yes man, its auspicious man
Oh God [good night].......
Who's that?

[Chali 2na]
Yo
My escapades exceed Caddy Escalades
I best behave to the rhythm of justice slaves
Selected brave ah lecture me extra waves
Doggin your sounds causing you clowns just to cave
Address the rage rush the stage just to blaze
Glorify your glamour and gorers just to faze
Cutting down the rain forest for cows just to graze
It's killin the populous while you clone test tube babes
Test the change cuz of the fantasies they try to feed us
Under the bridge drumming for Flea an Anthony Kiedis
I ran from elitist who got the truth confused
It's the Manphibian and the one Roots Manuva

[Roots Manuva]
Yo, Mystic Mindset travel at warp 8
Flashback to my very first taste of hash cake
Oh Lord I feel so sensual
And every now and then I get a great sense of wha...
Synchronization of the hip gyration of the old time new brand
Back to Back, Man or no man no matter oh man
boy or boy girl or girl
Steppin out of place with the light of the world im locked up
Weed grass rushing thru my veins
Slip over the rocky terrain and maintain
Like a weed whore checkin that hydroponic bud
Earth child, come see me rolling in the mud
He there go ever so civilized while I unrobe
No played out to catch wives
Don't wanna get knicks up in their mix up
Wanna just fix up mind soul and mental plane

[Both]
Join the Dots, block blood in the block
Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what [why?]
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot

Join the Dots, block blood in the block
Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what [why?]
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot

[Chali 2na]
Yo some of these fellas be over zealous
We have them darks jealous in dark cellas
Blowing like Branford Marsalis
We park dwellers rhythm rebellers
We spark letters we art sellers
Pleadin the waters the sharks fell us
Be quick with your camcorder In no particular plan order
We go hit like vehicular manslaughter
Sing

[Roots Manuva]
In ding bring a fling of bringin it on
Refuse to get lost in the quest for one
Although we trans-atlantic we never pedantic
Check my antic, we most romantic
We plan # new for self gwan and lead
We killin the saw man we killin the sea

[Both]
Join the Dots, block blood in the block
Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what [why?]
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot

Join the Dots, block blood in the block
Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what [why?]
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot

[Roots Manuva]
No Sir Mr. 2na, I can't burn the blunt
I remember the last time and haven't got time

[Chali 2na]
Yo Yo, You ran slower while my clan grow chance'll
Let the man know my pen brush stroke like Van Gogh
I disappear like his missing ear when I'm switchin gears
Shining like your kitchenware rhymes rich and rare
Get your picture clear, 2na the stealth reporter
I melt your order like sugar and seltzer water
Whoever felt the horror but knows that their chance vague
Surround your sound like a spandex pants leg
Spread like an advanced plague worms never dance may
Shout the f and f that beats my man Craig

[Both]
Join the Dots, block blood in the block
Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what [why?]
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot

Join the Dots, block blood in the block
Knock knockin the not, the which the where the what [why?]
2na Manuva get gettin the got
Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot



posted on Jul, 13 2007 @ 04:06 AM
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Roots Manuva - Cornmeal Dumpling

I don't wanna be, I am

We about to get splendid

Coming through with the allelu vitalisation
New talk sensation, vibe see vibration
Spitting on the bacon is my first resort
You will never see this folk juckin in this pork
Wild blast from the chalice
flood my blood stream, this blessing sting
Cleans my mind to a gleam
See the light my tips see be tight
With these intergalatic tackles to the core
Raw from the south of the Thames
Bringing folks vision like a contact lense
Nothing but this ital, vital World Roots recital
We don't follow fashion, nor fad, not at all
See me to town come fe nice up the ball
'Long side the Holy Ghost, living like some pastor
Casting out the spell of this man made hell

Cornmeal Dumpling Give me strength y'all
Rebuke devils, make devils repent y'all
Hey

Flavour too dead, now they call me abortion
My look to twist a torsion made force uncontained
Pen 'em too hard he just might twist your brain
'Cos I grace track with Roots vibe syntax
Funkified, footloose like the old farmer slacks
I enter the arena with some next type of juice
Here the energy, clipping from the noose
Freeing up my mind, from that living dead folk
Devil eyes have fe get to the hell from these mortals
We won't stop cry for little beady
Step up, Stand up, you know you got qualities
And so we groove and so we gwan and so we skid
Motion splendid with this Rootique refine
Fending of the heat of this shall bar-b we flame
Times is dark, weak hearts feel no shame, but..

Cornmeal Dumpling Give me strength y'all
Rebuke devils, make devils repent y'all
Hey.
Cornmeal Dumpling Give me Strength

You know my question
I sing
Who's discoteque is this
It's my discoteque
I don't give a dam how you wish me to flex
Imma flex how I feel to flex
Light-years over the heads of heads
Who study cool, I know they fool
All you had to do was to be yourself

Who am I? Hey
Who's discoteque is this
It's my discoteque
Who's discoteque is this
It's my discoteque
And I shall
Be
I don't wanna be
I do

From the blessing feel the power
From the power feel the lesson



posted on Jul, 13 2007 @ 04:20 AM
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Roots Manuva - Movements [live]

The light man said "stay in the light"
So we stay...

Movements of the mind mass

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Roots vibe discotheque

I bring you ten ton girth to this homegrown range
Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain
But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate
We elevate to that next state, motion divine
Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall
With this knowledge and overstanding
Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff
Yes, we come proper with potency
Ain't no blood in my body, it's liquid soul in my vein
I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged
And it's all criss once I get neatly in the cipher
Chat like pickney to the piper the pied
As this natural mystic blows through the air
These lessons of life become crystal clear
Precision of my vision is ital
Separating sharks from the blessed is vital
Now I can smell dem rats coming from a mile round the corner
Once I might warn ya, twice you catch cuff
No, we won't stop rebuke thee
You satanics, you fools can't recruit me
Not now while there's

Movements fi make
Typhoons brew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
Movements fi make, typhoons grew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right

I'll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie
Rolling with Jah bredren, God-blessed army
How the hell you gwan stop this tide from steady coming?
Run and catch in tune with the elements
Set speed we proceed, traction for action
Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side
Too big too snide now, although they try to disguise
I can still recognize devil works when I see it
Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends
Always had a hate for what dem weakhearts defend
They fiend for that crack, ain't no one to tax
We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed
Best believe that these times is treacherous
And I know not how else I'm supposed to act
But stand close to culture Roots-fi
See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle
Haggling others who for the cause
Reigning with that Roots type terror
Frigging up your weakhearty era
We build, move and prove that we don't suffer fools

Movements fi make
Typhoons brew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
Movements fi make, typhoons grew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right

Movements fi make
Typhoons brew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
Movements fi make, typhoons grew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right



posted on Jul, 13 2007 @ 04:30 AM
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Skitz featuring Roots Manuva - Where My Mind is At

[As my thoughts emerge, these are those words]

On the South of the river is where I reside
Making movements discrete coz I know I'm being spied
Beast eyes be all up on my back like spines
Lookin to come cut me down in my prime
Bored gaffers wanna hound me search my hind briefs
I say get ye back I'll spread my own cheeks
And show that I has no crack in my possession
You don't wanna do me for just one bag of weed
So pass me that caution and let me proceed
To do what I does like only I knows
Write rhymes and diss for my # head foes
I be that spare chucking, mango munching, crunching on dumpling
Beating all 5 kids with mad vocal gumption
Don't care bout your assumption I can not be pigeon holed
Rebel souls all cold kiss cold cassette
We don't come for powder lotion or pet

Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at
And if my soul's intact, then my mind's intact

Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at
And if my soul's intact, then my mind's intact

I don't to deal with them fashion victims
I never drink Pimms, give me Martell straight
Nice my mind state bringing flames to my throat
As I float I bust quotes from my inner mind's page
Roots-fi cascades rain down like typhoons
They be blessing in that room so I boom till I'm holy
The feeling is oversized, fat roly-poly
Now I bounce like brests's that burst from brassieres
My purpose of being free this next type of years
Coz I'm cool, heart-felt flex be the free y'all
Kingsize swinging Roots like twist I'm the geezer with
Tough rhymes are mine light years and distant times
My strength'll be the fact that I'm committed
Folks check me easy coz my style is too wicked
I say time, man them wanna fi box my face
I give them Roots juice, but they don't like the taste

Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at
And if my soul's intact, then my mind's intact

Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at
And if my mind's intact, then my souls intact

Standing at the crossroad which way do I turn?
Babylon a burn, but nuff will never see
Coz they trapped inside tainted mentality
Getting force fed by a demon beings
That be coming straight at you from the TV screen
Why is there no news in these newsprint rags?
I don't really care about who MP shagged
But still they keep feeding me foolishness
To go numb up my mind and fight my progress
But I see through yer crew and my mind's on the circuit
Hot to the 2 on some overtime
I'm a stand firm with this Roots-fi refined

Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at
And if my soul's intact, then my mind's intact

Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at
And if my soul's intact, then my mind's intact

[edit on 13/7/07 by Implosion]



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