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 the prayer Proud, them must sing praise to the pound sign, sire Hoping that they read from their pinnacle lessons 'Nuff buy scratch cards and gain jack-sh** Nothin' ain't fair in love, strife and war Fat cats get fat while the poor stay bra** Nothin' could go on without brack-a-tiv(?) 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 color or cla**? Know if you can't ask this, the tip is me I and I, scammin' on a fat piece of pie And as the greed gets thicker, minds get sicker Bloodthirsty fiends cap c**aine and liquor [Chorus] These streets is thick with bad cliques looking for that raise It don't really matter how these kids get paid 'cause we're living in the days of ill soul decay We all got to be something and somebody We all got to find them modes to get large But when that love for the pound starts flooding Every thought we hold, devil disciples collect souls Like my man's bouncing weed ounces and everything's nice Then in comes the crackle it bounces him tight 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 sh** could feel so criss While rollin' round the city in a brand-new Benz Feelin' kinda deft '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 [Chorus x2] The roots of 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-tight 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 was 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 [Chorus x2]