Roots Manuva - Colossal Insight lyrics
[Roots Manuva - Colossal Insight lyrics]
Gracious Lord, my mega oh mighty!
I know I been slightly, out your path
Feelin' the cold draft, of the bleek 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 shennanigans
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
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':
"Buy it, buy it sell it, sell it 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 those scenes
And them pigeon-holes were never
Nothin' to hold me
I know I been slightly, out your path
Feelin' the cold draft, of the bleek 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 shennanigans
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
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':
"Buy it, buy it sell it, sell it 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 those scenes
And them pigeon-holes were never
Nothin' to hold me