Stone The Crows

[Intro]

Mind to motion. Know the notion

Notion! Know shun, No. no - shun...

[Verse 1: Roots Manuva]

Nightime passes - sleep man in the valley

Is a discount two-penny with no vampire flock

As you can tell, I'm from a basic stock

I get vexed an' wanna beat the world with a pork chop

Off beat ... lost the key and can't find it

Representation of the spit in the grit

The devil on my shoulder keep tellin' me shit

Constantly got me feeling like I'm losin' my grip

Whats'on in my head - I tried fight back the hate

I look into the mirror - see the face of a mistake

Should I really be here, should I really exist?

Should I take these drugs? Should I get so pissed?

I dedicate this to the tippler crew

Getting drunk, playing punk on the stylophone

The zone of coasters. coastin' far

Pissin' in a bottle while drivin' in the car

Lager lout rap, do you dig my niche?

Tokin' too nuff on the pipes of peace...

Cruff-neck scout you know we bought and about

They major hope in a time o' deep doubt

We's feelin' the feelin' of knowing the feeling and

Lovin' the feeling cuz it feels so crisp...

Posse on cue they'mouf we jump an' twist

Each and every time we catch a style like this ...

[Hook]

Hither to ... bear witness. { tra la la la }

To the Birth... { tra la la la }

Of the Brute ...{ tra la la la }

And furthermore { tra la la la }

Of the brute { tra la la la }

Sing .. brute away .. { tra la la la }

[Verse 2: Roots Manuva]

Stone the Crows my hands stay giddy

I dance with hippy chicks more madder than lizzy

I could never understand all the hoorah fuss

Until my drink got spike with a spoon of moondust

Dancin' into the night - into the day!

Within my soul aboard the slow decay

Singin' yippe-yie-yeay - tribal flashback

Back to square one - sound o' Drum

The tongue of the book - the look of the crooked

Purple lord please - run come save me...

I don't wanna live until I'm dying to die

My types o' heaven is a good clean supply

Love for my tiddly-whack

Bliss for the todger. More jolly than roger

With a wad of pink notes ... singin'

One rums, two rums,three rums, four

Drink five rums and we fall on the floor

[Hook]

{tra la la la } Hither to! Bear Witness ...

The brute! {tra la la la }

The birth of the brute .. {tra la la la }

And furthermore {tra la la la }

The Brute .. shall stay .. Brutish!

Yes ... Yes ... and Furthermore ... Yes

The Brute live ... The brute love ...

The brute know ... Brute .. away ...

Brute .. ality ... Brutism .. The brute!