Roots Manuva - Motion 5000 lyrics

Mickle mingey BPM slow blends is my friends
We transcends till when
We grooves with no end intense like sun rays
Scorching down hard
Some next types of charge is at large
I sight the Devil in all forms of trait
Fusing up the friction stirring up the hate
My Gosh! I disagree, I never saw
Just a skin-war
I see oppressed against oppression
But this mode's oppression
Is dressed with many guise
To side-step their sights
I feel with inner eyes
Watch them paro cats, them
Now I dictate to friend:
Dem a spee, they just don't see that
Friction in waiting be the dislocation
In this limb that could be mighty
Moving tight i guess I'm a romantic
My plan is to defy the nature of an eye
That's bent on me and mine

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I grooves on with the pureness
I grace with the breeze
Could not give a damn if a damn be to sleaze
I be just swinging this heartfelt profound
Get getting down
Though fools might shun my sound
I proceed with procedures well
Container in my hand and I'm
Heading to the well
I bring views for the masses to share
I fights down greed 'cos there's
Heaps here to spare but, back in the days
I were full of bitterness
Seen the next man's gain
I was green and full of stress
Got to get me mine so I
Could mangle with my worth
If death be the tool, then cats hit the earth
Gracious Lord! Be feels to shame
Proud for the change
Now I gets kilogram gain (A basic procedure
How I heed ya alrighty
Okay)

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I'm extending my hand to the everyday folk
Trying to slip from the grip
Of a living-dead float
The glimmity-glam - I've got
'nuff of them fooled by the way I open up
And prepare to be schooled
Trekking through the cess-pit
I sharps up my wit
Numbing to the pressure of an ego-trip
I'm making slick with mad energy
And mad magnitude wha gwan with snakes
I'm yet to be clued
What holds me so close to
These deep sides of mine
Pre-occupation with this rootique refine
I know not
But good God, she eats out my skin
The nature of a deep side
That lies deep within
Ever be sourcing to inspire
See me like rain to a wild bush-fire
Rootique refine is the spine of my joint
Thy heartless have got to catch
Cuff to the groin
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Know the notion
We smooth like baby dancing lotion oh God!
Strings! Trill!
Legato! Oh right
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