Roots Manuva

I don't wanna be, I am
We about to get splendid
Coming through with the Hallelu Vitalisation,
New talk sensation, Vibe see Vibration.
Spitting on the bacon is my first result.
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.
Chorus:
*Adlibs
I'm feeling groovy (i ..i)
(i..i)
Good God
Do you
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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.
this has the energy, clipping from the noose.