Ché-Fu — Roots Man lyrics

Lyrics

For the orthodox verbal emanates from Auckland,
Unoriginal techniques to the coffin,
Military march hi-hats when we’re walking,
Hip-hop to the maximum when we’re talking. Drum fill crash when we they’re,
like a one legged man ankle tapped on the stairs
They try to make us trip over, take a fatal fall, especially when there’s
hip-hop involved in dance hall
A wire to that appeals to all intellect represent my Maori dialect to maximum
strength
No defense when intense verbals are thrown wildly to be frank you need that
ambulance. Start dialling
Styling moulding words like clay in an instance preference c. d maybe vinyl
preferably
Separately never severed all ties to this unity, my whanau developed immunity
We got the vaccine, vestax fader still tapping, we hacking your internet fan
base for those truly seeking, ears and snowboards got ‘em tweaking,
leak information to the lost souls searching for the
Roots man. That’s what we look for. Roots man that’s what we know
Mix-a-lot sounds with ample mix-a-lot cultures basis of the structure as long
as we loving it, Villaj aroma, filling gaps to the maximum, spices diced
thoughts rise like helium
Gasses searching for the answers to the question who is he who am I where do my roots lie, in reply blank drawn for the loss of culture moral quest is on,
Haz has sworn
Check your front lawn for your uninvited guest it’s us getting restless rhymes
like asbestos inhale (…) chance to be taken when villaj ill skill blowing
dust in your faces
Thinking of a view like a balcony voice box supplies with flem causing mayhem,
audio airwaves is the cake that we’re creaming, icing getting thrown everybody
getting a taste of the pace from the…
Roots man. That’s what we look for. Roots man that’s what we know
Results discover back ground evolving investigate we solving evolving my character be molding
Up holding culture strong individual an alternative power source to the fossil
fuel
Re-newel through electric pony express around the country huts to bivouac
checked all types of shacks
Calculated timeline mission to master my native tongue tradition culture faster
I yearn to learn, grasping no longer asking is this me or a disguise,
roots man that’s where my roots lie
For the orthodox verbal emanates from Auckland,
Unoriginal techniques to the coffin,
Military march hi-hats when we’re walking, Hip-hop to the maximum when we’re
talking.
Roots man. That’s what we look for. Roots man that’s what we know
Hip Hop. That’s what we look for. Hip Hop that’s what we know
Roots man. That’s what we look for. Roots man that’s what we know