2na Manuva get the got Good God ah, yes, man, its man Oh God, night that?
Yeah, my escapades exceed Caddy I behave to the rhythm of justice slaves brave, ah, lecture me extra waves Doggin' your sounds you clowns just to cave
Address the rage, rush the stage just to Glorify your glamor and gorers to faze Cuttin' down the forest for cows just to graze It's the populous while you clone test tube babes
Test the change, 'cuz of the fantasies they try to us Under the bridge drummin' for flea an Anthony I ran elitist who got the truth confused It's the Manphibian and the one Roots
Yo, Mystic travel at warp 8 Flashback to my very first of hash cake Oh, Lord, I so sensual And every now and I get a great sense of wha
Synchronization of the hip, gyration of the old New Right, Back to Back, man or no man no oh man Boy or boy, girl or Steppin' out of place with the light of the world I'm up
Weed grass rushing my veins Slip the rocky terrain and maintain a weed whore checkin' that hydroponic bud Earth child, come see me in the mud
He there go ever so while I unrobe No played out to catch Don't wanna get up in their mix up Wanna just fix up mind and mental plane
Join the dots, blood in the block Knock the not, the which, the where, the what 2na get gettin' the got Stewed chicken in the dust pot it hot
Join the dots, block in the block Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the 2na get gettin' the got Stewed chicken in the pot runnin' it hot
Yo, some of these be over zealous We have darks jealous in dark cellas Blowin' Branford Marsalis We dwellers rhythm rebellers
We spark letters, we art Pleadin' the waters, the fell us Be quick with your in no particular plan order We go hit like vehicular man slaughter
In ding a fling of bringin' it on Refuse to get in the quest for one
Although we trans-atlantic we never Check my antic, we most We plan new for self Quantumly We killin' the saw, man, we the sea
Join the dots, block blood in the knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 2na Manuva get the got Stewed in the dust pot runnin' it hot
the dots, block blood in the block Knock the not, the which, the where, the what 2na Manuva get the got Stewed in the dust pot runnin' it hot
No Sir Mr. 2na, I burn the blunt I remember the time and have a good time
Yo Yo, You ran slower my clan grow chance'll Let the man know my pen stroke like Van Gogh I disappear like his ear when I'm switchin' gears Shinin' like your kitchen ware, rhymes rich and
Get your picture clear, 2na the reporter I melt your order like sugar and seltzer
Whoever felt the horror but that their chance vague Surround your sound a spandex pants leg Spread like an advanced worms never dance may Shout the F and F that my man Craig
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Join the dots, block blood in the Knock the not, the which, the where, the what 2na Manuva get the got Stewed chicken in the pot runnin' it hot