Roots Manuva - Wisdom Fall Lyrics
And without any shame, for we are the unashamedLord Gosh presents to you: the audio blanketMan U-V-A, with some holy hurrayDeft words display, write rhymes in claySo if nobody don't feel my z-rayI'll cool in my corner, make myself a treSeek and find a way to get my soul some payPut some clothes on my back, put some food in my bellyDrink some Irish musk and go roll in the hay[Chorus x3]Wisdom fall, slap my headpieceI'm packing ammunition for who?Papa Time bites at the short-and-curliesOnna lift grin cause she gwan too whirlyShe buff bad but she vex me nuffMake me lose myself, turn drinking cruffI'm on some fix-up, singing some progress tuneCheck, checka me check it, me checking myself[Chorus 2x]Rickety raps we write upon scraps of A4Jack shite to do, beheld my mind tourFor to visualise is to be, to be is to gwan with tingsAs your plane grow wings, we gets flyAs I bust a wheelie in the skyWe don't follow, follow? Code-red leaderPaid off the third term, foot gets stampedeHomeward bound, we pulling telescope focusHanging in the outback on tough concreteInter-outer galactic transportationZoot my bone and I reflect at this eighth floorRaw, gyro-cheque poorRoadside distraction to the tune of galoreKerotene gets refueled, detox for systemHim a catch a friskingDiscotheque off your weakheart hexMy level stay next to none of the run-of-the-millEx amount pride now[Chorus]
