Roots Manuva - Witness (One Hope)
Taskmaster burst, the bionic zit splitter
Breakneck speeds we drown ten pints of bitter
We lean all day, and some say that ain’t productive
But that depend upon the demons that you’re stuck with
Cause right now I see clearer than most
I sit here contending with this cheese on toast
I feel the pain of a third world famine
Segue, we count them blessings and keep jammin
Tis’ him, scumbag, scum of the earth
His worth was nil, until he gained the skill of tongues
From fifteen years young
Straight to my greyback self I stay top-shelf material
Jerk chicken, jerk fish, breakaway slave bliss
Generate G’s and then we stash ‘em with the Swiss
Fools can’t see this
Audio pistols, a fistful of hiphop dones I
Progressing in the flesh
Esoteric boast most frightening
Duppy took a hold of my hand while I was writing
Let go me ting, duppy, let go me hand
I summon up the power of Banana Klan
Witness the fitness
The Cruffington liveth
One hope, one quest
Swiggin’ that beet root juice
Now we dip in the booze
Set dem spirit dem loose
Go ‘head, go slash up the noose
We conclusive proof of both the truth, the right
Cause whether we hitchhike, or push bike, or travel kinda trash
Manifest dat with oats and roots rap
Manifest dat, yeah
I do my zing way, ain’t nothing else I know
Gone up in the life with this here ragged bone flow
Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free
Travel over ocean, land and sea
Face nuff stress and difficulty
Flung back from the brink, winey kinda stink
We don’t give a frig ‘bout what dem fools think
Frig your network, our network will speak for itself
Proof of the trophy and the champion belt
come sun, come rain, come hailstone pelt
Witness the fitness
The Cruffington liveth
One hope, one quest
Wanna submit with some old time shit
Let the whole world know we on some offkey tip
Megamanic, when time the pressure start lick
By the hook or by the crook, by the poop or by the kick
He’s sickly cryptic, spittin’ in code
And most proud to present that Cruffington mode
And it shows that it throws none, seen a few slights
Life throws scenario, reality bites
We in collision with the Beast
Lost we religion, now we can’t get no peace
Idiot big-heart want fi tek I for chief
Stoop to the level and we plottin’ cold grief
But we should know that discipline make up the geeze
Separation of the DAT from the rap, that’s a must
Proceed, set speed with the Cruffington touch
Proceed, set speed
Cruffington, y’all
Witness the fitness
The Cruffington liveth
One hope, one quest
(Yes I just typed out the whole song from memory)
Artificial Intelligence - Switch On. One of my all time favorites.
Dabrye & Waajeed - Pressure
The very last moment before dubstep jumped the shark.
there’s just some things I won’t let people get away with
nah, don’t care what your name is
where you from or how tight your game is
if I see your plate, I’m taking it
round here you get your shit stirred, no shaking it
there’s a name for people like me
there’s a name for people like me
you can stereotype
