Roots Manuva - Stone The Crows lyrics

[Intro] Mind to motion. Know the notion Notion! Know shun, No. no - shun... [Verse 1: Roots Manuva] Nightime pa**es - sleep man in the valley Is a discount two-penny with no vampire flock As you can tell, I'm from a basic stock I get vexed an' wanna beat the world with a pork chop Off beat ... lost the key and can't find it Representation of the spit in the grit The devil on my shoulder keep tellin' me sh** Constantly got me feeling like I'm losin' my grip Whats'on in my head - I tried fight back the hate I look into the mirror - see the face of a mistake Should I really be here, should I really exist? Should I take these d**? Should I get so pissed? I dedicate this to the tippler crew Getting drunk, playing punk on the stylophone The zone of coasters. coastin' far Pissin' in a bottle while drivin' in the car Lager lout rap, do you dig my niche? Tokin' too nuff on the pipes of peace... Cruff-neck scout you know we bought and about They major hope in a time o' deep doubt We's feelin' the feelin' of knowing the feeling and Lovin' the feeling cuz it feels so crisp... Posse on cue they'mouf we jump an' twist Each and every time we catch a style like this ... [Hook] Hither to ... bear witness. { tra la la la } To the Birth... { tra la la la } Of the Brute ...{ tra la la la } And furthermore { tra la la la } Of the brute { tra la la la } Sing .. brute away .. { tra la la la } [Verse 2: Roots Manuva] Stone the Crows my hands stay giddy I dance with hippy chicks more madder than lizzy I could never understand all the hoorah fuss Until my drink got spike with a spoon of moondust Dancin' into the night - into the day! Within my soul aboard the slow decay Singin' yippe-yie-yeay - tribal flashback Back to square one - sound o' Drum The tongue of the book - the look of the crooked Purple lord please - run come save me... I don't wanna live until I'm dying to die My types o' heaven is a good clean supply Love for my tiddly-whack Bliss for the todger. More jolly than roger With a wad of pink notes ... singin' One rums, two rums,three rums, four Drink five rums and we fall on the floor [Hook] {tra la la la } Hither to! Bear Witness ... The brute! {tra la la la } The birth of the brute .. {tra la la la } And furthermore {tra la la la } The Brute .. shall stay .. Brutish! Yes ... Yes ... and Furthermore ... Yes The Brute live ... The brute love ... The brute know ... Brute .. away ... Brute .. ality ... Brutism .. The brute!