Roots Manuva - 'Witness (1 Hope) “Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter Breakneck speeds we drown ten pints of bitter We lean all day and some say that ain't productive Could that depend upon the demon that you're stuck with Cause right now, I see clearer than most I sit here contented with this cheese on toast I feel the pain of a third world famine Segue, we count them blessings and keep jamming Tis him - scumbag, scum of the earth, his worth was nil Until he gained the skill of tongues From fifteen years young straight to my greyback self I stay top shelf material, jerk chicken, jerk fish Breakaway slave, bliss Generate Gs and then we stash 'em in the Swiss Fools can't see this, audio pistols A fistful of hip hop dons, I progression in the flesh Esoteric quotes, most frightening Duppy took a hold of my hand while I was writing Let go me ting, duppy, let go me hand I summon up the power of Banana Klan [Hook] Witness the fitness The Cruffiton liveth One hope, one quest (Repeat x4) Swigging that deep root juice, now we deh pon a boost Set them spirit dem loose, go head go slash up the noose With conclusive proof about the truth, the right Cause whether we hitch hike or push bike or travel kind of trash Manifest that with wholesome roots rap Manifest that, yeah! I do my zing way, ain't nothing else I know Gone up in the life with this here rag-and-bone flow Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free Travel over ocean, land and sea Face nuff stress and difficulty Flung back from the brink, gwan in kinda stink We don't give a frig about what dem fools think Frig your network, our dett work will speak for itself Proof of the trophy and the champion belt Come sun, come rain, come hailstone pelt [Hook] Bwana see me with some old time shit Let the whole world know we's on some off-key tip Mega-manic when time the pressure start lick By the hook or by the crook, by the poop or by the kick He's sickly cryptic, spitting the code And most proud to present that Cruffiton mode And it shows that the bro's done seen a few sleights Life throws scenarios, reality bites We in collision with the beast Lost we religion now we can't get no peace Idiot weakhearts want fe take I for chief Stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief But we should know that discipline maketh the geez Separation of the DAT from the rap, that's a must Proceed set speed with the Cruffiton touch Proceed set speed..Cruffiton, y'all”