Baptism

Lard-a-mercy
 We drinking snapper
 'Cause we feeling dirty
 Oh, Manuva alongside the Wildflower
 Ah, ha
 This type of flower y'all
 Blessings blessings
 Yessings yessings
 I'll give you want
 If you give me what I need
 Time to say grace
 Take your place
 To the human race
 Yo yo it go
 Ever am I jamming
 My flip stay congested
 Clinically tested
 Certified pure
 Gaining more ground than the floor
 Before you knew shite
 I kicked down your front door
 We put drums and b-lines
 And stain your inner mind
 Boldly you are struck with this Rootique design
 See I don't
 Know no better
 Than to keep my shit deep
 Ticking over time till my week end my sleep
 I shun the ways of all sheep-like types
 When I grips mics you get pure blessed strength
 Heaven sent, making heathens repent
 Push your bad shit back
 Here comes the baptism
 Don't key nuff his instant composition (?)
 And there'll be no backsliding in my church
 'Cause I hurt like the truth
 Check my magazine
 Any which way heathens must get redeemed
 Before you get the wrong idea
 Here's something I got to make clear
 The ex-experts with the expertise
 Ain't got no place over here
 Before you get the wrong
 Start acting wrong strong
 If you ever catch me dancing on a table top
 In a thong, in a seedy dive
 Looking sad like my stuff's gone wrong
 Yeah, for now I look focussed, diligent, strong
 Point is to make me warn ya
 That you never know quite what's around the corner
 See, if I had the gift of foresight
 Wishing I could tell you, babe, that it'll be all right
 But don't forget to live up in the hear and now
 While you thinking 'bout the year two thou'
 For the future don't be scared
 Be prepared to stop chase the chattels and the vanity
 Get in touch with your soul and spirituality
 Before the full calamity is here, my dear
 My fire's still burning like a spear
 Wildflower, Roots Manuva, make it clear, make it clear
 We make it blouse not clear
 Before you get the wrong idea
 Here's something I got to make clear
 The ex-experts with the expertise
 Ain't got no place over here
 Before you get the wrong idea
 Here's something I got to make clear
 The ex-experts with the expertise
 Ain't got no place over here
 Over here. Over where?
 I stay pensive
 Keep my flex of trashion expensive
 Dem A&R stay anally retentive
 You tink how I step fras I just
 Deal with the matter put my heart pon plate
 White labels in a suitcase
 Photocopies of some spiel and my black face
 I'm on the corner of East Street
 Yelling, rag and bones style
 Greet the man's with a spud
 Greet the skeets with a smile
 Frig 'em all, here stands the heart, the balls
 So if you truly sick and tired of the bullshite hype
 Back a local man and make a stand
 Sing nah
 We don't wannabe, we just be
 We most uncouth, we un-PC
 Kick the sand in your face
 The ace is mine
 Travelcard in my pocket running under the Thames
 Heading North of the river to collect two ends
 It go
 Before you get the wrong idea
 Here's something I got to make
 Something I got to
 Before you get the wrong idea
 Here's something I got to make clear
 The ex-experts with the expertise
 Ain't got no place over here
 Before you get the wrong idea
 Here's something I got to make clear
 The ex-experts with the expertise
 Ain't got no place over here
 Over here
 Before you get the wrong idea
 Here's something I got to make clear
 The ex-experts with the expertise
 Ain't got no place over here
 We nah we nah we nah we nah
 We nah beg no friend no
 We nah we nah we nah we nah
 We nah beg no friend no
 We nah we nah we nah nah
 We nah beg no friend no
 We nah we nah we nah we nah
 We nah beg no friend no