Join the Dots Songtext
von Roots Manuva feat. Chali 2na

2Na Manuva get-get in the cut
Good God, I...
Yes, man (Ahh!)
It′s all man, oh God (Good night)
Come-come in vain
Yo, hey! (Who's that?)
Who′s that?
Yo, my escapades exceed Caddy Escalades
I best behave to the rhythm, I'm just a slave
Selected brave, I lecture, make extra waves
Doggin' your sound, causin′ you clowns just to cave
Address the rage, rush the stage just to blaze
Glorifyin′ glamour and gore is just a phase
Cuttin' down the rainforest for cows just to graze
It′s killin' the populace while you clone test tube babes
Texture change ′cause of fantasies they try to feed us
Under the bridge, drummin' for Fleea Anthony Kiedis
I ran from elitists who got the truth confused
It′s the man, Fibian, and the one Roots Manuva
Yo, mystic mindset, travel and walk ape


Flashback to my very first taste of hash cake
Oh Lord, I feel so sensual
And every now and then I get a great sense of "woah!"
Synchronization of the hip, gyration of the old time
New brand, back to black
Man-a-man, oh man-a-oh man, boy-a-boy, girl-a-girl
Steppin' out of place with the light of the world
I'm locked up, wheat grass rushin′ through my veins
Skip over the rocky terrain and maintain
Like a weed whore, checkin′ that hydroponic bud
Earth child, come see me rolling in the mud
He Virgo, ever so civilized
While I erode, no play, no, the kid's wise
Don′t wanna get mixed up in they mix up
Wanna just fix up mind, soul, and mental plane
Join the dots, plot plottin' the plot
Knock knockin′ the knock, the which, the where, the what (Why?)
2Na Manuva get-get in the cut
Stewed chicken in the dutch pot, runnin' it hot
Join the dots, plot plottin′ the plot
Knock knockin' the knock, the which, the where, the what
2Na Manuva get-get in the cut
Stewed chicken in the dutch pot, runnin' it hot
Yo, some of these fellas be overzealous
We have them marks jealous in dark cellars
Flowin′ like Brad with Marsalis, we park dwellers
Rhythm rebellers, we spark letters, we art sellers
Bleed in the water, the sharks fell us
Be quick with your camcorder
In no particular plan order
We gon′ hit like vehicular manslaughter, sing
In ting, bring a fling, I'm bringin′ it on
Refuse to get lost in the quest for wong
Although we trans-Atlantic, we never pedantic
Check my antic, we most romantic
We plan shit, do it for self, gwan and leave
We killin' the soil, man, we killin′ the scene
Join the dots, plot plottin' the plot
Knock knockin′ the knock, the which, the where, the what (Why?)
2Na Manuva get-get in the cut
Stewed chicken in the dutch pot, runnin' it hot
Join the dots, plot plottin' the plot
Knock knockin′ the knock, the which, the where, the what (Why?)
2Na Manuva get-get in the cut
Stewed chicken in the dutch pot, runnin′ it hot
No sir, Mr. 2na, I can't burn your blunt (What?)
I remember the last time and how I got tunt (Yo, yo)
You ran slow while my clan grow, can′t slow, let the man know
My pen brush strokes like Van Gogh
I disappear like his missin' ear when I′m switchin' gears
Shinin′ like your kitchenware, rhymes rich and rare
Get your picture clear, 2na the stealth reporter
I melt your order like sugar in seltzer water
Whoever felt the horror must know that they chance big
Surround your sound like a spandex pants leg
Spread like an advanced flag, words never dance big
Shout to Amster-Dam, Fat Beats, my man Craig
Join the dots, plot plottin' the plot
Knock knockin' the knock, the which, the where, the what (Why?)
2Na Manuva get-get in the cut
Stewed chicken in the dutch pot, runnin′ it hot
Join the dots, plot plottin′ the plot
Knock knockin' the knock, the which, the where, the what
2Na Manuva get-get in the cut
Stewed chicken in the dutch pot, runnin′ it hot
Chali 2na
Roots Manuva
Chali 2na
Rock the rhythm
Chali 2na
Roots Manuva
Chali 2na