Roots Manuva - Juggle Tings Proper lyrics

Album: Brand New Second Hand Title: Juggle Tings Proper (Great Scott! I say, old bean) This happens to be the article of fusion Huh! The roots-fi discotheque As we move It's that jet-black flow from the southwest of illo n d-o-n The second nature of the vent dem rebel routine I scheme and plot, ain't no use in stepping if we don't step hot Let the movements be made, there's goals to be getting No second for no love or no fettin Why there's all these ugly mans on my TV screen? I wrap my head with foil so I don't catch so I don't catch them beams The sound of half a downer don't pray fi step solo We far flung frontier, captain kirk, the sun trekker Full time I climb, my chip deeper taught as I sow seeds of thought The fruits of the roots, a vision of splendid splendidness Now be proud to be spittin in the face of the beast With each and every move I make, every sh**e I break You might watch me but I watch you too Ain't a thing you can do to stop me! [Chorus 2x] Whom wants this or that Watch these enzymes react How we juggle tings proper Man, don't When I swing I'm far fetched like hicks from hicksville High steps got me trippin from Peckham to Bucks Hill Still I stand firm through the strife conflict Motion slick, hip to every ring poli-trick So I spread love like Lennon and Yoko Ono Keep vibes slow-mo for a ho-tential Don't go callin me coon, you'll catch a boot to your jaw We pro-black, freak that, can't sweep no floor I heard those my people, them burst their backs Work hard for eons and paid tax and have not seen jack In return, how does sh** burn It could well make a guy lose sense and rationale Onto kamikazes on shifting streets It's eyeball for eyeball and teeth for teeth While we spin on this ball of confusion I sight no solution, cesspits just get more frowsy Chemical rain got me drunken and drowsy Rowdy, I got no choice but to be The living example of a root-fi youth type soldier Bowling through like there ain't no tomorrow Brave them terrains of pain and deep sorrow But still keep sliding on, I try to make sense of the madness But it seems like I'm wasting my time, it's best I just Go get me mine, find some inner peace Climb to higher heights, embrace the light [Chorus 2x] This living dead noose, the bane of life in the west But who's down for civil unrest? In times like these comrades is hard to find The beast keeps the ma**es toeing the line With them sneaky tactics they'll keep them boys running So they can have a market for their guns and ammunition Keep the third world in a stagnant position Begging for monetary aid from IMF Who don't seem too keen to write of the third world debt Cause they profit from holding it down Soon there'll be no dollars, no yens, no pounds Just madness, microchips and hi-tech war And all because the beast wants to gain control Of each and every mind, body, spirit and soul [Chorus 2x] We keep it jugglin, keep it jugglin