Roots Manuva - Soul Decay lyrics

The dark art bring the pensive dub
The dub is wise open your eye-dem

From nineteen-long time them let
Loose the crackin' the god that 'nuff praise
Is Sterling collapse
Eyes closed, heads bowed, I hear no prior
Proud never sing praise to
The pound sign sire
Hoping that they read from
Their pinnacle lessons
'Nuff buy scratch cards and gain jack-shit
Nothin' ain't fair in love, strife and war
Fat cats get fat while the poor stay brass
Nothing can gwaan without racketeer
Will you live to work or
Will you work to live?
Will you step to the future
Or dwell on the past?
For what be your fight
Be it colour or class?
Nuff yoot cannot ask this, their tip is me
My and I, scammin' on a fat piece of pie
And as the greed gets thicker
Minds get sicker
Bloodthirsty fiends cap cocaine and liquor

These streets is thick with bad
Cliques looking for that raise
It don't really matter how
These cliques get paid
Cos we're living in the days
Of ill soul decay loose it from we body
Yippey yah

We all got to be something and somebody
We all got to find them modes to get love
But when that love for
The pound starts flooding
Every thought behold! Devil disciples
Caught and sold like my man's bouncing weed
Ounces and everything's nice
Then in comes the crackle
It bound to entice:
Triple dividends, new-found rank and position
But more reason to be cautious
Much more to defend
Ends is meetin', criss skeets is greetin'
Bloods them never dreamed shit
Could feel so criss
While rollin' round the city
In a brand-new Benz
Feelin' kinda dead 'cause there's
Cash to collect
Ego's on the boost, now that ego needs feed
Watch the devil dance
Proceed as them lick up the powder
Mans start feel like Jesse West 'cause
The next plan be to
Take out the middleman and make more grand

These streets is thick with bad
Cliques looking for that raise
It don't really matter how
These cliques get paid
Cos we're living in the days
Of ill soul decay loose it from we body
Yippey yah

Them roots are evil
Run deep and keep runnin'
You sticka with the cunning while
The war drums are drummin'
If you don't see now, you might never see
'Cause the enemy strikes with
Them sick-type ballistics
Sadistic, no error, in the guise of a friend
That was tight from way back
Chewin' up the fat
Talkin' 'bout how we gonna keep stuff true
Through the thick through the thin
Closer than the skin to flesh
But everybody has their price
When the beast strikes ain't no
Tellin' what will happen
Just when you were thinkin' you
Was in the same team
You catch the cold frowsy whiff of
A snake in your midst
Bringin' blitz to your plans when
He done shook hands
And said he's cool with his cut
Now he wants to cut my throat
And take the whole lot

These streets is thick with bad
Cliques looking for that raise
It don't really matter how
These cliques get paid
Cos we're living in the days
Of ill soul decay loose it from we body
Yippey yah