Colossal Insight - Roots Manuva

Collosal Insight ​​​

Invites the soul ​​​

Sturdy on the good foot ​​​

Collosal Insight ​​​

Invites the soul ​​​

Sturdy on the good foot

Gracious Lord, my mega oh mighty!

I know I been slightly, out your path

Feelin' the cold draft, of the bleek winter

Splinters in my soul, I’m out of control

And I know, that I should cut down this drinkin'

Too many late nights and, wayward thinkin'

Compellin' a man to plan to shennanigans

The boy in me out and I got to be the man again

Cause I didn’t rhyme to get me rich

But I’m a scally, two two’s you’ll find I switch

Hurt and pain made me, nothin' came to save me

I walk with disaster, prefer to be plastered

'times my master don’t ask me for jack turd

All I owns is my balls and my word

No-body heard’a me, cause I’m a new man

I got this new plan, to get these new grams

People call my name like, it’s some kinda game like

I ain’t got no fame like, I’m just the same type

Shoutin' out vain lights — «Move ya lurgy»

I’m far too nervy, observin' this world

Who the?

Where the?

What the?

How the?

Media whores keep, shovellin' powder

It’s nothin' to be proud of, but stuff goes on

Perceptions change, wrong’s right an' right’s wrong

Hoopla-hooblahing, devil keeps snarlin':

«Buy it, buy it.

Sell it, sell it.

More, more, more.»

This could well’a be my, last LP

I’ve had a good run, I’ve made a few G’s

I’ve had a bag of fun, I’ve smoked a few trees

Now I wanna rest my, knobbly knees

All in all I been feelin' the pinch

And those bourgeois blacks have been far from convinced

But, I don’t give a damn about UK rap

I’m a UK black makin' UK tracks

And, I got love for everyone of those scenes

And them pigeon-holes were never nothin' to hold me