Roots Manuva - Clockwork lyrics

Ain't nothin but this uncut cruffness I bring
Don't care bout no fad I do my own ting
Giving chase in this rat race, fears we face
And me be on the case, proud plus brave
Ready to be taking them drastic measures
Get me my treasure then splurt
Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt
I told you both through
Fight through the bleak
Clench my teeth dweet, ends often meet
By any which method
Positivities be we shepherd
We pounce like left limb leopard
If you ever see me in the
Street pulling brand new good moves
You're wrong to confuse me
With regular riff raff
I got me cause and calling
Never have I held any love for stalling
Rush and make haste
You down for rebellion left handed
Cruff we embrace the minellium

Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well
I feel the problem

Ain't no record that can hold me
I'm oversized
Ears ever be open to the words of the wise
But there's untold cats on
My corner perpetrating
Read a few books and now their talking
They're looking to convert yours truly
But I'm unruly
Plus, for the crew like cooly folk
Mixing up the Guinness with the raw egg yolk
Cos it's all about strength while we walk
Through the valley of the snipe, heathens
Get thee from my sight
You cats is ever eager
To preach up in my face when you just
About scrape to know all that is
How the hell you try to
Tell me coca-cola got fizz?
I read your pamphlet four times
It don't make sense
You front like you be scholar
Smith smells pretence yous best get off your
Horse, drink your milk, get the frig out
It goes

Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well
I feel the problem

What the frig makes you friggers
Want to frig with this?
Now you fools got me living
With this mental fist
That I wear with knuckledusters
Taking out these frogs in their clusters
Three by three, five by five
How would you describe this left handed loony
Toony votoony, dancegate pressure
Heading through the back door
Straight to the bar
Then I'm gonna get me some firewater
Then I'm gonna scope out
A young fine daughter
Ah yes, it's my wayward nature
Hip to a caper
Soon to have a house with X amount of acre
It goes

Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well
I feel the problem
Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well
I feel the problem
Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well
I feel the problem