2na Manuva get the got Good God ah, yes, man, its man Oh God, night that?
Yeah, my escapades exceed Escalades I best behave to the rhythm of slaves Selected brave, ah, me extra waves Doggin' sounds causing you clowns just to cave
Address the rage, rush the stage to blaze Glorify your and gorers just to faze down the rain forest for cows just to graze It's killin' the populous while you clone test babes
Test the change, 'cuz of the they try to feed us Under the bridge drummin' for an Anthony Kiedis I ran elitist who got the truth confused It's the and the one Roots Manuva
Yo, Mystic Mindset at warp 8 Flashback to my very first taste of hash Oh, Lord, I so sensual And every now and I get a great sense of wha
of the hip, gyration of the old time New Right, Back to Back, man or no man no oh man Boy or boy, or girl out of place with the light of the world I'm locked up
Weed grass through my veins Slip over the terrain and maintain Like a weed whore checkin' hydroponic bud child, come see me rollin' in the mud
He there go ever so civilized while I No played out to wives Don't wanna get knicks up in mix up Wanna just fix up mind and mental plane
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Yo, some of fellas be over zealous We have them darks jealous in dark Blowin' Branford Marsalis We park dwellers rhythm
We spark letters, we art Pleadin' the waters, the fell us Be quick with your camcorder in no particular plan We go hit like vehicular man sing
In ding a fling of bringin' it on Refuse to get in the quest for one
Although we we never pedantic Check my antic, we romantic We shit new for self Quantumly We the saw, man, we killin' the sea
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No Sir Mr. 2na, I burn the blunt I remember the last time and have a good
Yo Yo, You ran slower while my grow chance'll Let the man know my pen brush like Van Gogh I disappear like his missing ear when I'm switchin' Shinin' like kitchen ware, rhymes rich and rare
Get your clear, 2na the stealth reporter I melt your order like and seltzer water
Whoever felt the horror but that their chance vague Surround your sound a spandex pants leg Spread like an advanced plague never dance may the F and F that beats my man Craig
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