Roots Manuva - Stone The Crows lyrics
[Roots Manuva - Stone The Crows lyrics]
Mind to motion know the notion
Notion! Know shun, No no - shun
Nightime passes - sleep man in the valley
Is a discount two-penny with no vampire flock
As you can tell, I'm from a basic stock
I get vexed an' wanna beat the
World with a pork chop
Off beat lost the key and can't find it
Representation of the spit in the grit
The devil on my shoulder keep tellin' me shit
Constantly got me feeling like
I'm losin' my grip whats'on in my head - I
Tried fight back the hate
I look into the mirror - see
The face of a mistake
Should I really be here
Should I really exist?
Should I take these drugs? Should
I get so pissed?
I dedicate this to the tippler crew
Getting drunk, playing punk on the stylophone
The zone of coasters coastin' far
Pissin' in a bottle while drivin' in the car
Lager lout rap, do you dig my niche?
Tokin' too nuff on the pipes of peace
Cruff-neck scout you know we bought and about
They major hope in a time o' deep doubt
We's feelin' the feelin' of
Knowing the feeling and
Lovin' the feeling cuz it feels so crisp
Posse on cue they'mouf we jump an' twist
Each and every time we catch
A style like this
Hither to bear witness tra la la la
To the Birth tra la la la
Of the Brute tra la la la
And furthermore tra la la la
Of the brute tra la la la
Sing brute away tra la la la
Stone the Crows my hands stay giddy
I dance with hippy chicks
More madder than lizzy
I could never understand all the hoorah fuss
Until my drink got spike with
A spoon of moondust
Dancin' into the night - into the day!
Within my soul aboard the slow decay
Singin' yippe yie yeay - tribal flashback
Back to square one - sound o' Drum
The tongue of the book -
The look of the crooked
Purple lord please, - run come save me
I don't wanna live until I'm dying to die
My types o' heaven is a good clean supply
Love for my tiddly-whack
Bliss for the todger more jolly than roger
With a wad of pink notes singin'
One rums, two rums, three rums, four
Drink five rums and we fall on the floor
Tra la la la Hither to! Bear Witness
The brute! tra la la la
The birth of the brute tra la la la
And furthermore tra la la la
The Brute shall stay brutish!
Yes yes and Furthermore yes
The Brute live the brute love
The brute know brute away
Brute ality brutism the brute!
Notion! Know shun, No no - shun
Nightime passes - sleep man in the valley
Is a discount two-penny with no vampire flock
As you can tell, I'm from a basic stock
I get vexed an' wanna beat the
World with a pork chop
Off beat lost the key and can't find it
Representation of the spit in the grit
The devil on my shoulder keep tellin' me shit
Constantly got me feeling like
I'm losin' my grip whats'on in my head - I
Tried fight back the hate
I look into the mirror - see
The face of a mistake
Should I really be here
Should I really exist?
Should I take these drugs? Should
I get so pissed?
I dedicate this to the tippler crew
Getting drunk, playing punk on the stylophone
The zone of coasters coastin' far
Pissin' in a bottle while drivin' in the car
Lager lout rap, do you dig my niche?
Tokin' too nuff on the pipes of peace
Cruff-neck scout you know we bought and about
They major hope in a time o' deep doubt
We's feelin' the feelin' of
Knowing the feeling and
Lovin' the feeling cuz it feels so crisp
Posse on cue they'mouf we jump an' twist
Each and every time we catch
A style like this
Hither to bear witness tra la la la
To the Birth tra la la la
Of the Brute tra la la la
And furthermore tra la la la
Of the brute tra la la la
Sing brute away tra la la la
Stone the Crows my hands stay giddy
I dance with hippy chicks
More madder than lizzy
I could never understand all the hoorah fuss
Until my drink got spike with
A spoon of moondust
Dancin' into the night - into the day!
Within my soul aboard the slow decay
Singin' yippe yie yeay - tribal flashback
Back to square one - sound o' Drum
The tongue of the book -
The look of the crooked
Purple lord please, - run come save me
I don't wanna live until I'm dying to die
My types o' heaven is a good clean supply
Love for my tiddly-whack
Bliss for the todger more jolly than roger
With a wad of pink notes singin'
One rums, two rums, three rums, four
Drink five rums and we fall on the floor
Tra la la la Hither to! Bear Witness
The brute! tra la la la
The birth of the brute tra la la la
And furthermore tra la la la
The Brute shall stay brutish!
Yes yes and Furthermore yes
The Brute live the brute love
The brute know brute away
Brute ality brutism the brute!