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Correct Fingerprints Of The Gods Lyrics
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Correct Fingerprints Of The Gods
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[Roots Manuva] Pen to the paper I scream at the world Picky headed yout' don't wear no Jheri curl In the heat of the summer, more time I trim, but Nothing don't change, I'm picky from within The R's for the Rage, E For the Energy B's for the 3/4 Bounce that we count Second E's for the Era of this young hottie youth L 'presents long term, soldier stand firm Foundation flexing stretching out the pound I used to want the queens head Now I want the crown It's in my blood stream Shit's too hard to define, why Some get the vision an the rest tow the line Sleepwalking flogging a horse that's done dead Pissin' in the wind now piss drips down your leg Is you plum or is you pleb? Dude it's one an the same One shit short now flush that pee brain Put your hand on your lips spell "D-E-R" You wanna be fartface an me can't spar Like the, dooper I am I don't wanna cause friction I hold my space and then I diss 'em with the diction Nuff of dem will fear this It's right now that they don't wish to hear this 'Cept for forensic but they can't get near this It's fingerprints of God G-O-D [Life] Deep and philosophical My rap style's collosal To your brain, like a line of cocaine Straight up your nostril Knowledge like Aristotle I send my message through da mic not in a bottle A gifted mic disciple like an apostle Hip hop's my life an' hustle Lyric skills be the muscle They be brand new like the Heavies Not old like some fossils I meditate on bible scriptures Not porno pictures I smoke sensi bud Green like the trees of eucalyptus Buffalo soldier from a rasta man army I need hip hop to satisfy my soul like Bob Marley Wisdom's what I give them Flipping knowledge on the rhythm If you're talking like a devil I'm performing exorcism I'll cause malice, smoke a chalice in Buckingham Palace Get the queen high, send her to Wonderland like Alice Cos I'm a dark stranger Not from a dirty sick chamber Cos a star burns above my head like Jesus from a manger Lone ranger, I don't need a posse to follow My backup be my sword I use it swift like Zorro Guided by a force similar to Obi Wan Kenobi Walk the skies like Luke an even Chewbacca couldn't hold me If you're a phoney, its lights out like James Toni An I'm confident like Naseem Hamed, so you don't know me I walk in the shadows, I make you paro My mind be narrow, I carry guns and laser bow and arrows [Si-Phillie] I be the bingee man come back from Zion With the bag of sensimilla an the mic in the other hand Bounty killa on the rampage for reala Gonna make mad dough like my name was Don Miller Chancellor Exchequer mic wrecker Serve ya like Becker or Sampras You know I be top class This one is a message from King Selassie I Any pussy bwoy tess I dem bwoy gaan die! Puppet-master rasta, bring forth disaster Eskimos be bopping to my shit in Alaska Weak emcees be droppin out cause they have 'ta Convert, niggas I make 'em go see their pastor Power move makin never fakin that Jamaican I'm from Trinidad When it comes to respect, I'm like your dad Not a fake like Alexander O'Neal Never chopping off my locks like that nigga Seal The Si-Phillie hot tabasco chili Niggas sucking up my style like a nipple on a titty I'm flipping lyrics when I'm not on the rob So my surgical gloves protect the prints of the gods [Skeleton] God all mighty What the devil you start What the hell What on earth chile' Cha! A wha de bloodclaat What da rass hole, blast hole, ina di beast I'm da blessing an'da damning an'da famine an'da feast I'm a man 'o' war cos I was a man of peace Now I fuck all your neighbours like they was Analise. Speak from a snow capped peak to the abyss I'm ugly as sin An' I'm the living cris' I'm chilled in the field an' the inner city hype I'm the murdering, thieving, raping, type I'm the heat, the light, the cold an' the dark I'm the silver back gorilla an' the great white shark I'm the poorest slum I'm the richest palace The lyricist, the herbalist, an' the gyaliss I can get ya down an' I can get you lifted The giver an the gifted The Beemer 8. 50d Shifted, gears I'm the tears an' the laughter The birth an' the death an' whatever there after The kiss on the cheek an' the kick in'a de crotch The fingerprints of God an' every head get touch
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