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Lyrics
Humility is the Root of Wisdom
VERSE 1 (TUTALL / DAMAJ / THINKING)
Bumper to bumper I'm right behind your rhyming tail-gate.
Look in your rear view mirror and see my pale face.
Lyrically the flow ain’t MOT'd, even at snail pace we sail straight on
cos my brakes are busted.
I don't believe in fail safes like holding Hip Hop by the hand
and rhyming 'bout how I'm the man,
using it lke a bigger brother, swearing like a muuthaauuah!
You're just jail bate.
It's a frail base to be building foundations on.
I've got Christ and an armoury of 10 syllable rhymes
to smash this mail trait you be yielding, found based upon
a stalemate. Choose the healing salvation bombshell.
Spiritual ripples like a Richter Scale quake
make you squirm like the sound of a blackboard when nails scrape.
If I'z in it for the image I'd wear designer label makes,
sit at table 8 with my car parked in disabled space.
Always use a cordless mic, just in case my cable breaks,
cos I'm in it for the paper chase...you what!? Naah I'm not -
I'm in the kitchen so I'll cremate your steak.
Cook you up a staple diet of late night Hale and Pace.
Tape your eyes open to take the weight and help you stay awake -
shall we make a date?
VERSE 2 (TUTALL)
STOP THE CHIT CHAT
So many words whip lash and kick back
But its not what my lips lack on this track
Sitting on mismatched slip mats
But-a corrosive content
Discerning burning drips fat
Cleaning my dreams made lean and meaty
I could even treat the greasy caff on the corner with priestly peace
Its easy-peasy
Believe me
Cellulose soaked hope leaves me feeling queasy
VERSE 3 (DAMAJ)
I'm not walking by the fireside
Open mouth a mile wide-
Swallow words of truth, spared the noose
Cos my messiah died.
Your smiles hide concern for eternal insecurity
Don't play with flames that burn with infernal continuity.
I'm wanting you to be in tune with me
And take this opportunity to step from immaturity
To inner purity.
So I'll sing enduringly the praise of the Most High:
Christ, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, El Shaddai.
VERSE 4 (THINKING)
I follow through with the opening gambit
What? You’re still playing in the sandpit?
You didn’t even know that I was left-handed?
If I was left stranded with bandits
They’d bite my many rhymes
I’d still get branded the man with very high literary standards
Let’s be candid, I’m staggered by how my egos expanded
It’s more than rancid, I’m poisoned like everyone in Hamlet
I’ve tampered with language but my boasting’s making me bland, kid!
Permission to press the ‘mute’ button?......GRANTED
VERSE 5 (SERVITOR)
We come through with cannons
banging through canyons, valleys and mountains
from Andees to Grampions
We enter your housing
Walls and foundations we’re pounding
Arousing doubting
when we challenge your groundings
Fluid emceeing abounding
Irrigating your surroundings
With fresh water fountains
To keep the crowd shouting
and Bruk Faders bouncing
VERSE 6 (DAMAJ)
It's only me, down from the tree
Yes totally, God's humbled me,
Exposing me full frontally.
A nobody made somebody.
I flowed very uncomfortably
When I'd boast of being an indestructibly dope MC,
But I've come to see who oversees
This company. Jehovah, he's
Abundantly overflowing the
Cup that he's bestowed on me
With love that's free, sweet like potpourri
Not pungently, but potently-
What He's done for me
This life's supposed to be a drudgery
But He's showing me the dungeon key,
Now I've been broken free.
VERSE 7 (TUTALL)
Hungrily I sow the seeds,
eyeballed by a scarecrow wearing dungarees.
Supposedly you reap when ears are open, in a summer breeze.
Approaching me at about a kilometre count from one to three
and closing, slowly getting closer, as the thunder reads,
comes the sloathing. So I take shelter dozing under trees.
Slumber’s soaking! But I’m too dumb to give my sponge a squeeze.
Lying on a plump pillow shaped clump of leaves,
dreaming of being busy as a bumble bee…
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