Join The Dots Lyrics - Singles - Roots Manuva

2na Manuva get gettin' the got 

Good God ah, yes, man, its auspicious man 

Oh God, good night 

Who's that? 

Yeah, my escapades exceed Caddy Escalades 

I best behave to the rhythm of justice slaves 

Selected brave, ah, lecture me extra waves 

Doggin' your sounds causing you clowns just to cave 

Address the rage, rush the stage just to blaze 

Glorify your glamor and gorers just to faze 

Cuttin' down the rain forest for cows just to graze 

It's killin' the populous while you clone test tube babes 

Test the change, 'cuz of the fantasies they try to feed us 

Under the bridge drummin' for flea an Anthony Kiedis 

I ran from elitist who got the truth confused 

It's the Manphibian and the one Roots Manuva 

Yo, Mystic Mindset travel at warp 8 

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 wha 

Synchronization of the hip, gyration of the old time 

New Right, Back to Back, man or no man no matter oh man 

Boy or boy, girl or girl 

Steppin' out of place with the light of the world I'm locked up 

Weed grass rushing through my veins 

Slip over the rocky terrain and maintain 

Like a weed whore checkin' that hydroponic bud 

Earth child, come see me rollin' in the mud 

He there go ever so civilized while I unrobe 

No played out to catch wives 

Don't wanna get knicks up in their mix up 

Wanna just fix up mind soul and mental plane 

Join the dots, block blood in the block 

Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 

2na Manuva get gettin' the got 

Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin' it hot 

Join the dots, block blood in the block 

Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 

2na Manuva get gettin' the got 

Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin' it hot 

Yo, some of these fellas be over zealous 

We have them darks jealous in dark cellas 

Blowin' like Branford Marsalis 

We park dwellers rhythm rebellers 

We spark letters, we art sellers 

Pleadin' the waters, the sharks fell us 

Be quick with your camcorder in no particular plan order 

We go hit like vehicular man slaughter sing 

In ding bring a fling of bringin' it on 

Refuse to get lost in the quest for one 

Although we trans-atlantic we never pedantic 

Check my antic, we most romantic 

We plan shit new for self Quantumly 

We killin' the saw, man, we killin' the sea 

Join the dots, block blood in the block 

Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 

2na Manuva get gettin' the got 

Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin' it hot 

Join the dots, block blood in the block 

Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 

2na Manuva get gettin' the got 

Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin' it hot 

No Sir Mr. 2na, I can't burn the blunt 

I remember the last time and have a good time 

Yo Yo, You ran slower while my clan grow chance'll 

Let the man know my pen brush stroke like Van Gogh 

I disappear like his missing ear when I'm switchin' gears 

Shinin' like your kitchen ware, rhymes rich and rare 

Get your picture clear, 2na the stealth reporter 

I melt your order like sugar and seltzer water 

Whoever felt the horror but knows that their chance vague 

Surround your sound like a spandex pants leg 

Spread like an advanced plague worms never dance may 

Shout the F and F that beats my man Craig 

Join the dots, block blood in the block 

Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 

2na Manuva get gettin' the got 

Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin' it hot 

Join the dots, block blood in the block 

Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 

2na Manuva get gettin' the got 

Stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin' it hot