Roots Manuva, Wildflower - Baptism lyrics

Lard-a-mercy we drinking snapper
'cause we feeling dirty
Oh Manuva alongside the Wildflower ah ha
This type of flower y'all

Blessings blessings yessings yessings
I'll give you want
If you give me what I need time to say grace
Take your place to the human race

Yo yo it go ever am I jamming
My flip stay congested clinically tested
Certified pure
Gaining more ground than the floor
Before you knew shite
I kicked down your front door
We put drums and b-lines
And stain your inner mind
Boldly you are struck with
This Rootique design see I don't
Know no better than to keep my shit deep


Ticking over time till my week end my sleep
I shun the ways of all sheep-like types
When I grips mics you
Get pure blessed strength
Heaven sent, making heathens repent
Push your bad shit back
Here comes the baptism
Don't key nuff his instant composition
And there'll be no backsliding in my church
Cos I hurt like the truth check my magazine
Any which way heathens must get redeemed

Before you get the wrong idea
Here's something I got to make clear
The ex-experts with the expertise
Ain't got no place over here

Before you get the wrong
Start acting wrong strong
If you ever catch me dancing on a table top
In a thong, in a seedy dive
Looking sad like my stuff's gone wrong
Yeah, for now I look focussed, diligent
Strong point is to make me warn ya
That you never know quite
What's around the corner
See, if I had the gift of foresight
Wishing I could tell you, babe
That it'll be all right
But don't forget to live up
In the hear and now
While you thinking 'bout the year two thou'
For the future don't be scared
Be prepared to stop chase the
Chattels and the vanity
Get in touch with your soul and spirituality
Before the full calamity is here, my dear
My fire's still burning like a spear
Wildflower, Roots Manuva, make it clear
Make it clear
Roots Manuva: We make it blouse not clear

Before you get the wrong idea
Here's something I got to make clear
The ex-experts with the expertise
Ain't got no place over here
Before you get the wrong idea
Here's something I got to make clear
The ex-experts with the expertise
Ain't got no place over here

Over here over where? I stay pensive
Keep my flex of trashion expensive
Dem A&R stay anally retentive
You tink how I step fras I just
Deal with the matter put my heart pon plate
White labels in a suitcase
Photocopies of some spiel and my black face
I'm on the corner of East Street
Yelling, rag and bones style
Greet the mans with a spud
Greet the skeets with a smile
Frig 'em all, here stands the heart
The balls so if you truly sick and
Tired of the bullshite hype
Back a local man and make a stand sing nah
We don't wannabe, we just be
We most uncouth, we un-PC
Kick the sand in your face the ace is mine
Travelcard in my pocket running
Under the Thames heading North of the river
To collect two ends it go

Before you get the wrong idea
Here's something I got to make
Something I got to
Before you get the wrong idea
Here's something I got to make clear
The ex-experts with the expertise
Ain't got no place over here
Before you get the wrong idea
Here's something I got to make clear
The ex-experts with the expertise
Ain't got no place over here over here
Before you get the wrong idea
Here's something I got to make clear
The ex-experts with the expertise
Ain't got no place over here

We nah we nah we nah we nah
We nah beg no friend no
We nah we nah we nah we nah
We nah beg no friend no
We nah we nah we nah nah
We nah beg no friend no
We nah we nah we nah we nah
We nah beg no friend no