Witness (1 Hope)

Well well well (x3)

Taskmaster burst

The bionic zit splitter

Breakneck speed

we drown ten pints of bitter

we lean all day

and some say that ain't productive

but that depends upon the demon that you're stuck with

'cos 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 15 years young straight to my grey back self

I stay top shelf material

Jerk chicken, jerk fish

Break away slave bliss

Generate G's and then we stash them in the Swiss

Fools can't see this

Audio pistols

a fistful of hip hop donzai

Progressin' in the flesh

Esoteric quotes most frightening

Duppy took hold of my hand while I was writing

Let go me ting Duppy

Let go me hand

I summon up the power of banana clan...

Witness the fitness

The cruffatin liveth

One hope one quest. (Repeat x4)

Swigging that deep root juice

Now we deh 'pon it boost

Set them spirit them loose

Go 'head go slash up the noose

With conclusive proof of both the truth

The right

'cos whether we hitch hike or push bike

or travel kinda trash

manifest that

with wholesome roots rap

manifest that yeah

I do my zing way

Ain't nutten else I know

Gone up in the life

With this I-ragged born flow

Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free

Travel over ocean land and sea

Faced nuff stress and difficulty

Flung back from the brink

Gwan'ing kind of stink

We don't give a frig about what them 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.

(CHORUS)

Bwana Simit

With some old time ****

let the whole world know

we 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 cruffatin mode

and it shows that they bro's done

seen a few sleights

life throws scenarios

reality bites

we in collision with the beast

lost we religion and we can't get no peace

idiot weakheart want to 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 rat that's a must

proceed set speed with the cruffatin touch

proceed set speed

crufatin yow...

(CHORUS)