Roots Manuva feat Charli 2na - Join the Dots

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2na Manuva get- gettin' the got Good God, ah Yes, man! It's auspicious man Oh, God (good night) Who's that? Who's that? Yo, my escapades exceed Caddy Escalades I best behave to the rhythm of justice slaves Selected brave, my lecture make extra waves Doggin' your sounds causing you clowns just to cave Address the rage, rush the stage just to blaze Glorify your glamour and gorers just to faze Cutting down the rainforest for cows just to graze It's killin the populous while you clone test tube babes Test the change 'cause the fantasies they try to feed us Under the bridge drumming for Flea and Anthony Kiedis I ran, from elitists who got the truth confused It's the Manphibian and the one Roots Manuva Yo, Mystic Mindset travel at warp eight Flashback to my very first taste of hash cake Oh Lord, I feel so sensual And every now and then I get a great, sense of woah (Woah!) Synchronization of the hip gyration of the old time, New Right Back to Black, man or man, no matter oh man, boy or boy girl or girl Steppin' out of place with the light of the world, I'm locked up Weed grass rushing through my veins Slip over the rocky terrain and maintain Like a weed whore, checkin' that hydroponic buck Earth child, come see me rolling in the muck He there go, ever so civilized while I unrobe No played out to catch wives Don't wanna get knicks up in their mix up Wanna just fix up, mind soul and mental plane Join the dots, block blood in the block Knock-knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what (Why?) 2na Manuva get-gettin' the got Stewed chicken in the duck's pot, runnin' it hot Join the dots, block blood in the block Knock-knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 2na Manuva get-gettin' the got Stewed chicken in the duck's pot, runnin' it hot Yah, some of these fellas be overzealous We have them marks jealous in dark cellars Blowing like Branford Marsalis We park dwellers, rhythm rebellers (Rhythm rebellers) We spark letters, we art sellers Pleadin' the waters the sharks smell us Be quick with your camcorder, in no particular plan order We gon' hit like vehicular man slaughter, sing In-ting, bring a fling of bringin' it on Refuse to get lost in the quest for wong Although we trans-atlantic, we never pedantic Check my antic, we most romantic We plan shit, new for self, gwan and leave We killin' the saw man, we killin' the sea Join the dots, block blood in the block Knock-knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what (Why?) 2na Manuva get-gettin' the got Stewed chicken in the duck's pot, runnin' it hot Join the dots, block blood in the block Knock-knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 2na Manuva get-gettin' the got Stewed chicken in the duck's pot, runnin' it hot No sir, Mr. 2na, I can't burn the blunt I remember the last time and how I got t'umped Yo, yo, you ran slower while my clan grow chance'll Let the man know my pen brush stroke like Van Gogh I disappear like his missing ear when I'm switchin' gears Shining like your kitchen ware, rhymes rich and rare Get your picture clear, 2na the stealth reporter I melt your order like sugar and seltzer water Whoever felt the horror but knows that their chance fake Surround your sound like a spandex pants leg Spread like an advanced plague, worms never dance may Shout the F and F that beats my man Craig Join the dots, block blood in the block Knock-knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what (Why?) 2na Manuva get-gettin' the got Stewed chicken in the duck's pot, runnin' it hot Join the dots, block blood in the block Knock-knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 2na Manuva get-gettin' the got Stewed chicken in the duck's pot, runnin' it hot Chali 2na Roots Manuva Cha-cha-, Chali 2na (Rock-rock, rock the rhythm) Cha-, cha-cha-cha, Chali 2na Roots Manuva Chali, Cha-Chali, Chali 2na The hell, brah?