Juggle Tings Proper lyrics

(Great Scott! I say, old bean)

This happens to be the article of fusion

Huh! The roots-fi discotheque

As we move



It`s that jet-black flow from the southwest of illo n d-o-n

The second nature of the vent dem rebel routine

I scheme and plot, ain`t no use in stepping if we don`t step hot

Let the movements be made, there`s goals to be getting

No second for no love or no fettin

Why there`s all these ugly mans on my TV screen?

I wrap my head with foil so I don`t catch so I don`t catch them beams

The sound of half a downer don`t pray fi step solo

We far flung frontier, captain kirk, the sun trekker

Full time I climb, my chip deeper taught as I sow seeds of thought

The fruits of the roots, a vision of splendid splendidness

Now be proud to be spittin in the face of the beast

With each and every move I make, every shite I break

You might watch me but I watch you too

Ain`t a thing you can do to stop me!



[Chorus 2x]

Whom wants this or that

Watch these enzymes react

How we juggle tings proper

Man, don`t



When I swing I`m far fetched like hicks from hicksville

High steps got me trippin from Peckham to Bucks Hill

Still I stand firm through the strife conflict

Motion slick, hip to every ring poli-trick

So I spread love like Lennon and Yoko Ono

Keep vibes slow-mo for a ho-tential

Don`t go callin me coon, you`ll catch a boot to your jaw

We pro-black, freak that, can`t sweep no floor

I heard those my people, them burst their backs

Work hard for eons and paid tax and have not seen jack

In return, how does shit burn

It could well make a guy lose sense and rationale

Onto kamikazes on shifting streets

It`s eyeball for eyeball and teeth for teeth

While we spin on this ball of confusion

I sight no solution, cesspits just get more frowsy

Chemical rain got me drunken and drowsy

Rowdy, I got no choice but to be

The living example of a root-fi youth type soldier

Bowling through like there ain`t no tomorrow

Brave them terrains of pain and deep sorrow

But still keep sliding on, I try to make sense of the madness

But it seems like I`m wasting my time, it`s best I just

Go get me mine, find some inner peace

Climb to higher heights, embrace the light



[Chorus 2x]



This living dead noose, the bane of life in the west

But who`s down for civil unrest?

In times like these comrades is hard to find

The beast keeps the masses toeing the line

With them sneaky tactics they`ll keep them boys running

So they can have a market for their guns and ammunition

Keep the third world in a stagnant position

Begging for monetary aid from IMF

Who don`t seem too keen to write of the third world debt

Cause they profit from holding it down

Soon there`ll be no dollars, no yens, no pounds

Just madness, microchips and hi-tech war

And all because the beast wants to gain control

Of each and every mind, body, spirit and soul



[Chorus 2x]



We keep it jugglin, keep it jugglin
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