Roots Manuva - Ital visions lyrics

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Roots Manuva - Ital visions lyrics

Sanctified vagabond speaking pon tings Praise be to king of the fringe but nah go 'head Gonna take up in the mountain like two mountain dread Staple nosh out, rocking that cold fish and bread Babylon in my vein, gotta shake that out my system Dip down, get flat, smack the floor 28 days on tour, the civil in me dwindle Rekindle the hooligan conspiracy addict Sporadic bouts of murderous thought Fully qualified loon shaking a fist at the moon Scolding notes of protest to the MI-5 Screaming "What makes thee, keep files on me?" Just because I break the twigs off the sycamore tree Place them in some water and we sit once and see Transmit to transmit, frequencies Utilities of the green matter ma** Way past the dust, the dust ash to ash (way past the dust, the dust ash to ash) Ital Gorgon father stepping out the place pure vibal Hippie gang tribal, praise no idol Penetrate maths in the valley for cash .22's we flash, flee this place Valley too creepy, steal my grace I'm check-checking, roots wrecking, a leaper hardstepping Warming up the arts of a devil-cold pen Folks embrace when my band enter Warm and easy kicking style to your sensor I spread my span, i'm rich with urch tips We makes like we slick, lord knows that we slick but These brands are stickies of an acquired yearn We cushion the ill, as babylon churn Too gripping two rhyme flips like misers to money Slap two blackjacks but we shun gin rummy We's, hardsteppa, we grooves in our step and We, we nah keep no frowsy for friend We, we were never victims of trends Ital Visionary Feeling The Sea For those dressed in the ital mold Volume the bold, let it be told It's old hat cla**ical max Back to front word stunt, toe punts in tough corners No breeze in my sauna, freeform brain stormer Dawn a dawn dawning, i see the morning I hear the calling, yeah Some of them are liquid and Some of them are freaky and Some of them stay frigid and Some of them stay kinky In the grip of skid valley there ain't that much love Just the need to exist by any which means Frauds in my midst never trusted my sh** Now them sick frogs, they eat from my sh** Struggler, keep bubbling on Struggler, keep bubbling on Ital Visionary Feeling The Sea (Ital Visionary) (Ital)

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