featuring Roots Manuva

[Roots Manuva]

Yes, yes.. it's about that time

for the combo combine, yes

Formin easy tuxedo grooves

Well.. well.. well well well

Well well well well!

You know what?

We scribble art, herbal verbal, love dip dot

Audio cartwheels that cart

We tootin from, holy baggy bone flow ??

Man overboard, he put he trust into jazz chord

Say me? None of them betray me

Bigger endin pay me, so I

clench my teeth and said nay

Thou shalt not cause me loss of my positivity

Of elastic band who keeps springin back

Slender kid sings for dumpling

Jump into the booth with the proof of the pain

These hand concrete owl, ten hour of sneezing

Wheezing, coughing up blood

Now I'm in the mood for peace, space and time

We sit back, relax, and recool, recline

.. and we're thinking of ..

Starlight, in her lucid skies

in her mu-sic-al, so all sublime

Yo, yo

Smack in the middle of the mayhem, we chase no checks

Thinkin we a hoe, now we hide from debts

Mr. Landlord, beg you please? Hear this plea

I'll be back in three weeks with three months in advance

on some good arty flex kind sir give me a chance

Blighty new face yes? Make a toast

to the host of the picnics

These capital hearty terrifics, some of them keep it real while

we be keep it cricket, Smythe, Smith

Peppergrain width, whackin in four fours

Smackin it for six, armchair critics be yellin out fix

Even though they know we don't spar with them

so the score ain't a dream

Place a bet and be grit, from be lose or win

It's the same damn ting, just a need for space

Peace in time, we sit back relax