[Skit Roots Manuva] Lard-a-mercy We drinking snapper 'cause we feeling dirty Oh Manuva alongside the Wildflower Ah ha This type of flower y'all [Wildlower] Blessings blessings Yessings yessings I'll give you want If you give me what I need Time to say grace Take your place To the human race [Verse 1: Roots Manuva] Yo yo it go Ever am I jamming My flip stay congested Clinically tested Certified pure Gaining more ground than the floor Before you knew sh**e I kicked down your front door We put drums and b-lines And stain your inner mind Boldly you are struck with this Rootique design See I don't Know no better Than to keep my sh** deep Ticking over time till my week end my sleep I shun the ways of all sheep-like types When I grips mics you get pure blessed strength Heaven sent, making heathens repent Push your bad sh** back Here comes the baptism Don't key nuff his instant composition [?] And there'll be no backsliding in my church Cos I hurt like the truth Check my magazine Any which way heathens must get redeemed [Chorus: Wildflower] Before you get the wrong idea Here's something I got to make clear The ex-experts with the expertise Ain't got no place over here [Verse 2: Wildflower] Before you get the wrong Start acting wrong strong If you ever catch me dancing on a table top In a thong, in a seedy dive Looking sad like my stuff's gone wrong Yeah, for now I look focussed, diligent, strong Point is to make me warn ya That you never know quite what's around the corner See, if I had the gift of foresight Wishing I could tell you, babe, that it'll be all right But don't forget to live up in the hear and now While you thinking 'bout the year two thou' For the future don't be scared Be prepared to stop chase the chattels and the vanity Get in touch with your soul and spirituality Before the full calamity is here, my dear My fire's still burning like a spear Wildflower, Roots Manuva, make it clear, make it clear Roots Manuva: We make it blouse not clear [Chorus: Wildflower with Roots Manuva] Before you get the wrong idea Here's something I got to make clear The ex-experts with the expertise Ain't got no place over here Before you get the wrong idea Here's something I got to make clear The ex-experts with the expertise Ain't got no place over here [Verse 2: Roots Manuva] Over here. Over where? I stay pensive Keep my flex of trashion expensive Dem A&R stay an*lly retentive You tink how I step fras I just Deal with the matter put my heart pon plate White labels in a suitcase Photocopies of some spiel and my black face I'm on the corner of East Street Yelling, rag and bones style Greet the mans with a spud Greet the skeets with a smile Frig 'em all, here stands the heart, the balls So if you truly sick and tired of the bullsh**e hype Back a local man and make a stand Sing nah We don't wannabe, we just be We most uncouth, we un-PC Kick the sand in your face The ace is mine Travelcard in my pocket running under the Thames Heading North of the river to collect two ends It go... [Chorus: Wildflower] Before you get the wrong idea Here's something I got to make Something I got to Before you get the wrong idea Here's something I got to make clear The ex-experts with the expertise Ain't got no place over here Before you get the wrong idea Here's something I got to make clear The ex-experts with the expertise Ain't got no place over here Over here Before you get the wrong idea Here's something I got to make clear The ex-experts with the expertise Ain't got no place over here [Outro: Wildflower + Roots Manuva] We nah we nah we nah we nah We nah beg no friend no We nah we nah we nah we nah We nah beg no friend no We nah we nah we nah nah We nah beg no friend no We nah we nah we nah we nah We nah beg no friend no