Roots Manuva - Witness (One Hope) lyrics

Songwriters: Smith, R Well well well [x3] Taskmaster burst The bionic zit splitter Breakneck speed We drown ten pints of bitter We lean all day And some say that ain't productive But that depends upon the demon that you're stuck with 'cos right now I see clearer than most I sit here contented with this cheese on toast I feel the pain of a third world famine Segue We count them blessings and keep jamming 'tis him Scumbag, scum of the earth His worth was nil Until he gained the sk** of tongues From 15 years young straight to my grey back self I stay top shelf material Jerk chicken, jerk fish Break away slave bliss Generate G's and then we stash them in the Swiss Fools can't see this Audio pistols A fistful of hip hop donzai Progressin' in the flesh Esoteric quotes most frightening Duppy took hold of my hand while I was writing Let go me ting Duppy Let go me hand I summon up the power of banana clan... Witness the fitness The cruffatin liveth One hope one quest. [Repeat x4] Swigging that deep root juice Now we deh 'pon it boost Set them spirit them loose Go 'head go slash up the noose With conclusive proof of both the truth The right 'cos whether we hitch hike or push bike Or travel kinda trash Manifest that With wholesome roots rap Manifest that yeah I do my zing way Ain't nutten else I know Gone up in the life With this I-ragged born flow Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free Travel over ocean land and sea Faced nuff stress and difficulty Flung back from the brink Gwan'ing kind of stink We don't give a frig about what them fools think Frig your network Our dett work will speak for itself Proof of the trophy And the champion belt Come sun come rain come hailstone pelt [Chorus] Bwana Simit With some old time sh** Let the whole world know We on some off key tip Mega manic When time the pressure start lick By the hook or by the crook By the poop or by the kick He's sickly cryptic Spitting the code And most proud to present that cruffatin mode And it shows that they bro's done Seen a few sleights Life throws scenarios Reality bites We in collision with the beast Lost we religion and we can't get no peace Idiot weakheart want to take I for chief Stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief But we should know that Discipline maketh the geez Separation of the DAT from the rat that's a must Proceed set speed with the cruffatin touch Proceed set speed Crufatin yow... [Chorus]