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Треклист:
01 - No Love
02 - Seat Yourself (Miami Mix)
03 - Double Drat
04 - Nobody’s Dancing
05 - Things We Do
06 - Check It (Remix)
07 - Get U High

[Chorus: Roots Manuva]
Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, I can't get no sleep
[x3]
Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, Awfully Deep

[Verse 1]

Треклист:
01. Maze, Frankie Beverly - Twilight
02. Mantronix - Who Is It?
03. LL Cool J - Going Back To Cali
04. Wayne Smith - Under Me Sleng Teng
05. Nightmares On Wax - 70’s 80’s (Up Bringing Mix)
06. Rhythm & Sound - No Partial
07. Sizzla - Rastafari Teach I Everything

Fuel injection on a blank page
My mental splurges and emerges from nothing
I'm the forgotten
The nude that got caught with two keys in his bottom
We don't know him, we don't owe him
Poetic justice with no poem
I study my art 'til I'm blue in the face
No time to waste, my heart's on the plate

Aint nothin but this uncut croughness I bring
Don't care bout no fide I do my own thing
Giving chase in this rat race, fears be face
and me be on the case, proud plus brave
Ready to be taking them drastic measures
Give me my treasure then splurt
Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt
I told you both through, fight through the bleat

[Verse 1]
Try to tell I'm paranoid
Try to tell me don't do this
Try to tell me I lost my way
Try to tell me it's foolish
Try to tell me about life itself when none of you people know me
But the life I seen been cut short
Death don't go so slowly

(Chorus)
Dah dah dah dah dah

Dreamy days, come what may, we feel no way
Theres gonna be fun and lots of laughter

(Chorus: repeat 2X)

(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

We're gonna do it like
We're gonna do it like we're supposed to do it

Don't nobody got no love Smith
There ain't no peace there ain't no justice
And it seems like much over muchness
But right now I really couldn't care much less

[Chorus Intro]

we're on a high... and we don't need nothing but us... just us, just us
we're on a high... and we don't need nothing but us... just us, just us

[Verse 1]

notin shall come between us

Sin sinners, I got to talk to you about your sins
Sins on street corners, Sins in your shops
Sinny Sin Sins in your streets of yours
Sins in your eyes, sins gonna make you cry
Oh Lord, can you help me with my sins?
Oh Lord can you help me with my sin sin sinners?
There are no Sins like sins.

[Verse 1]
Got to keep stepping hard
Got to keep stepping hard
Move by the mountain never seen a mountain move
But look at what the mountain do
Mole hill or mountain what be you
Situations amounting stopping you
Reaching for the top so we gotta be careful

[Verse 1: Roots Manuva]

Judge 'em on the come up
It's bound to be your bad luck
Instantly running ways to survive
You judge a man by the risk he takes
To change his faith and place himself
Up in the dreamscape, free from the trappings

[Verse One]
I can't quite remember the month nor date
Nothing was gwan and I was jammin round my gate
Started fiending for a Jack& but had no cash
I had no choice to piggy-bank or trash
It was me and my bold self with five bags of coppers
Splashed out on the counter at PJ Patel's
He's far from happy with my method of pay

Guns, Bitches, Hoes, Crack
Death and disease and a baseball bat
STD's that have no name
Down in the clinic with face full of shame
Russian roulette with a naked flame
Dangerously slow but in the fast lane
A big nose bleed and a bag of cocaine
Just got the news about the tumour in my brain

(Intro) T, Too Cold, T, T, T, Too Cold.

(Chorus)
I'm too cold, I'm too cold, I'm too cold
I'm too old, I'm too old, I'm too old
And it shows, and it shows, and it shows
And you know, and you know, and you know

Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter
Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter
We lean all day and some say that ain't productive
That depend upon the demons that you're stuck with
Cause right now, I see clearer than most
I sit here contending with this cheese on toast
I feel the pain of a third world famine
Segue, we count them blessings and keep jamming

Well well well [x3]

Taskmaster burst
The bionic zit splitter
Breakneck speed
we drown ten pints of bitter
we lean all day
and some say that ain't productive