Roots Manuva, Sober Now - Sinking Sands lyrics
[Roots Manuva, Sober Now - Sinking Sands lyrics]
Alright, okay
I arise in the morntime and
Cut through fresh books
Put them old Bruck trainers on my foot
For I am the picky mystic, I max the most
Drinking ginseng tea
Eating huddle bread toast
While my skeet nags, jacks up my coat
She don't like the smell of my smoke
She says my eyes dem is red
And I need to go and fix up my head
Honey, my head is fixed
I'm getting deep with my purpose
Synchronizing to the mystics of cosmic energy
My specialty be to write buff raps
Weakhearts, they hate me like my
Name was poll tax
I don't part for none, I be the Godsend
God gifted
I work nuff shifts turning a penny to a pound
From a pound to jacks
From a jacks to a score
My brainwaves is twisted, my tactics is raw
Cause, I
Grip my teal boom as hard as I can
So I can find me a
Path through the sinking sands
Shit's hit the fan but I'm not
The fan the shit's hit
It's the man with the bad arse bitch in town
Put her into the circles but
She tore them down and I frown
But in my heart I know it's all good
So I stick around like a true friend should
And they say that some things in
Life can't be really mended
But only time will tell how well
You and your spark prevail
Try not to implore to the stereotype factors
That they brand us with cause
There's enough love to give
Oh, Lord! What's happening to me?
All these situations I'm checking
With intense scrutiny
I need to slow down there and hold the horses
And just concentrate on paving
The right courses so, so, so, so, so I
Grip my teal boom as hard as I can
So I can find me a
Path through the sinking sands
Putting the reins on the joke
Ting in rap ting
We be inner city sorcerer rebel types
We roll! Snowball effect planet wide
Diving and ducking
Constantly rucking with the devil
Actions speak so we get active
Roots-fi perspective holds my
Mental in position
I supervision coach my decision
Cause there's may routes to take
Much money to make
I fight not to buckle under pressure
I'm on a quest, got to find that real self
Uno priority be wealth in the mental
Cause nothing down sweet like
The feeling I reap when I plan with my peeps
And them plans come together
Strong and cold-sheist
Them coast the ill weather
I weren't supposed to be but still am
Vibes catch a hold of my mind, I write jams
Take it to the mans dem
For the 'instant rewind'
If I gets no rewind still I pay fools no mind
Cause Hylton Smythe never took no bribe
I be independent, my jacket stay stinking
Nuff of them be thinking
That the smile's off-key
They're right, I'm full of mad eccentricities
I believe in the power of the G-o-d
While nuff of them be
Burning their obeah candle
I strap on my sandal and walk like Jesus
Grip my teal boom as hard as I can
So I can find me a
Path through the sinking sands
I arise in the morntime and
Cut through fresh books
Put them old Bruck trainers on my foot
For I am the picky mystic, I max the most
Drinking ginseng tea
Eating huddle bread toast
While my skeet nags, jacks up my coat
She don't like the smell of my smoke
She says my eyes dem is red
And I need to go and fix up my head
Honey, my head is fixed
I'm getting deep with my purpose
Synchronizing to the mystics of cosmic energy
My specialty be to write buff raps
Weakhearts, they hate me like my
Name was poll tax
I don't part for none, I be the Godsend
God gifted
I work nuff shifts turning a penny to a pound
From a pound to jacks
From a jacks to a score
My brainwaves is twisted, my tactics is raw
Cause, I
Grip my teal boom as hard as I can
So I can find me a
Path through the sinking sands
Shit's hit the fan but I'm not
The fan the shit's hit
It's the man with the bad arse bitch in town
Put her into the circles but
She tore them down and I frown
But in my heart I know it's all good
So I stick around like a true friend should
And they say that some things in
Life can't be really mended
But only time will tell how well
You and your spark prevail
Try not to implore to the stereotype factors
That they brand us with cause
There's enough love to give
Oh, Lord! What's happening to me?
All these situations I'm checking
With intense scrutiny
I need to slow down there and hold the horses
And just concentrate on paving
The right courses so, so, so, so, so I
Grip my teal boom as hard as I can
So I can find me a
Path through the sinking sands
Putting the reins on the joke
Ting in rap ting
We be inner city sorcerer rebel types
We roll! Snowball effect planet wide
Diving and ducking
Constantly rucking with the devil
Actions speak so we get active
Roots-fi perspective holds my
Mental in position
I supervision coach my decision
Cause there's may routes to take
Much money to make
I fight not to buckle under pressure
I'm on a quest, got to find that real self
Uno priority be wealth in the mental
Cause nothing down sweet like
The feeling I reap when I plan with my peeps
And them plans come together
Strong and cold-sheist
Them coast the ill weather
I weren't supposed to be but still am
Vibes catch a hold of my mind, I write jams
Take it to the mans dem
For the 'instant rewind'
If I gets no rewind still I pay fools no mind
Cause Hylton Smythe never took no bribe
I be independent, my jacket stay stinking
Nuff of them be thinking
That the smile's off-key
They're right, I'm full of mad eccentricities
I believe in the power of the G-o-d
While nuff of them be
Burning their obeah candle
I strap on my sandal and walk like Jesus
Grip my teal boom as hard as I can
So I can find me a
Path through the sinking sands