Baptism Songtext
von Roots Manuva

Lord of mercy
We′re drinking Snapple cause we're feeling thirsty
Oh maneuver alongside the white flower
Blessings, blessings, yes ′n' yes indeed
I'll give you what you want if you give me what I need
Time to say grace
Take your place
To the human race
[Verse 1: Roots Manuva & (White Flower)
Ever am I jamming, my flip stay congested
Clinically tested, certified pure
Gaining more ground than the flow
Before you move shite I kick down your front door With foot drums and re-lines that stain the inner mind
Boldly do I strut with this rootik design
See I don′t know no better than to keep my shit deep
Ticking over time through my week and my sleep
I shun the ways of all sheep-like types
When I grips mic you get pure blessed strength
Heaven sent, making heathens repent
Get your bad shit back, here comes the baptism
Don′t keen off heads instinct, 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 or 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 focused, diligent, strong
Point is, to beg you warn ya
That you never know quite what's around the corner
See, if I had the gift of foresight
Wish that I could tell you babe that it would be alright
But, don′t forget to live up in the here and now
While you're thinking about 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
White Flower, Roots Manuva make it clear, make it clear
(We′ll make it blouse not clear)

[Verse 3: Roots Manuva & (White Flower)
Over here, over where?
I stay pensive
Keep my flex nuff trash and expensive
Them woman ask, they anally retentive
You think I watch them fries adjust
Deary the man to put my heart pan plate
White labels in the suitcase
Photocopies and some spile in my black face
I'm on the corner of East Street, yelling, rag and bone style
Greet the mans with a spud, greet the skeets with a smile
Figure more, here stands the heart, the bore
So if you′re truly sick and tired of the bullshit hype
Back a local man and make a stand, tell 'em who
We don′t wanna be, we just be
We most uncouth, we un-PC
Kick the sand in your face, the ace is mine
Travel card in my pocket running under the Thames
Heading north of the river to collect two ends

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, we nah
We nah beg no friend, no
We nah, we nah, we nah, we nah
We nah beg no friend, no