Mine is the British rapper Roots Manuva, the son of a Jamaican preacher. To me he is a man of much wisdom, and a hugely talented writer. I feel embarresed to even refer to him as being a 'rapper' when you hear the disgusting tosh coming out of America, the so called home of rap.
ROOTS MANUVA - WITNESS (1 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 you're 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 gray 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
Yeah Bwana Simit with some old time shit
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 weak heart 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 rat that's a must
Proceed set speed with the cruffatin touch
Proceed set, speed crufatin yow
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
One quest
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbuSdXKtJX4
ROOTS MANUVA - SOUL DECAY
The dark art
Bring the pensive dub
The dub is wise
Open your eye-dem
From nineteen-long time them let loose the crackin'
The god that 'nuff praise is Sterling collapse
Eyes closed, heads bowed, I hear the prayer
Proud, them must sing praise to the pound sign, sire
Hoping that they read from their pinnacle lessons
'Nuff buy scratch cards and gain jack-shit
Nothin' ain't fair in love, strife and war
Fat cats get fat while the poor stay brass
Nothin' could go on without brack-a-tiv(?)
Will you live to work or will you work to live?
Will you step to the future or dwell on the past?
For what be your fight, be it color or class?
Know if you can't ask this, the tip is me
I and I, scammin' on a fat piece of pie
And as the greed gets thicker, minds get sicker
Bloodthirsty fiends cap cocaine and liquor
[Chorus]
These streets is thick with bad cliques looking for that raise
It don't really matter how these kids get paid
Cos we're living in the days of ill soul decay
We all got to be something and somebody
We all got to find them modes to get large
But when that love for the pound starts flooding
Every thought we hold, devil disciples collect souls
Like my man's bouncing weed ounces and everything's nice
Then in comes the crackle it bounces him tight
Triple dividends, new-found rank and position
But more reason to be cautious, much more to defend
Ends is meetin', criss skeets is greetin'
Bloods them never dreamed shit could feel so criss
While rollin' round the city in a brand-new Benz
Feelin' kinda deft 'cause there's cash to collect
Ego's on the boost now that ego needs feed
Watch the devil dance, proceed as them lick up the powder
Mans start feel like Jesse West 'cause the next plan be to
Take out the middleman and make more grand
[Chorus x2]
The roots of evil run deep and keep runnin'
You sticka with the cunning while the war drums are drummin'
If you don't see now, you might never see
'Cause the enemy strikes with them sick-tight ballistics
Sadistic, no error, in the guise of a friend
That was tight from way back, chewin' up the fat
Talkin' 'bout how we gonna keep stuff true
Through the thick through the thin, closer than the skin to flesh
But everybody has their price
When the beast strikes ain't no tellin' what will happen
Just when you was thinkin' you was in the same team
You catch the cold frowsy whiff of a snake in your midst
Bringin' blitz to your plans when he done shook hands
And said he's cool with his cut
Now he wants to cut my throat and take the whole lot
[Chorus x2]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvuhSU2cJVA
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