[Chorus - Roots Manuva *singing*]
Collosal Insight {Collosal, man}
Invites the soul {Inviting of the soapbox}
Sturdy after good food {More sturdy}
Collosal Insight {Collosal!}
Invites the soul {Inviting thy soul}
Sturdy after good food
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
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 `ores 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`
Bite-bites and it`s sellin` 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 them scenes
and them pigeon-holes were never nothin` to hold me
[Chorus]