Cornmeal Dumpling (Roots Manuva)

Coming through with the hallelu vitalisation, New talk sensation, vibe see vibration Spitting on the bacon is my first result You will never see this folk juckin in this pork Wild blast from the chalice Flood my blood stream, this blessing sting Cleans my mind to a gleam See the light my tips see be tight With these intergalatic tackles to the core Raw from the south of the thames Bringing folks vision like a contact lense Nothing but this ital, vital world roots recital We don't follow fashion, nor fad, not at all See me to town come fe nice up the ball 'long side the holy ghost, living like some pastor Casting out the spell of this man made hell Cornmeal dumpling give me strength y'all Rebuke devils, make devils repent y'all Hey Flavour too dead, now they call me abortion My look to twist a torsion made force uncontained Pen 'em too hard he just might twist your brain 'cause I grace track with roots vibe syntax Funkified, footloose like the old farmer slacks I enter the arena with some next type of juice This has the energy, clipping from the noose Freeing up my mind, from that living dead fluck Devil eyes have fe get to the hell from these mortals We won't stop cry for little beady Step up, stand up, you know you got qualities And so we groove and so we gwan and so we skid Motion splendid with this routique we fine Fending of the heat of this shall bar-be we flame Times is dark, we can't feel no shame, but Cornmeal dumpling give me strength y'all Rebuke devils, make devils repent y'all Hey Cornmeal dumpling give me strength I sing, who's discoteque is this It's my discoteque I don't give a dam how you wish me to flex Imma flex how I feel to flex Light-years over the heads of heads Who study cool, I know they fool All you had to do was to be yourself Who am I? hey Who's discoteque is this It's my discoteque Who's discoteque is this It's my discoteque And I shall be I don't want to be I do