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Five Man Army [Blue Lines Version]

Massive Attack

Blue Lines

1991

Wild Bunch Crew at large
Don't call me a officer just call me a sarge
Mashing up the country planning also abroad
Plan to go to America when I get

the root of all evil
Im coming with the knowledge for my little ones growing up
Living rough doing anything to make you tough
This day of age its all about

replicate
And she can tell when I'm high by the way that I'm speaking
Some of my Homies switched up on me man it left me speechless
I love that pussy so much

SALTS

CAMP FIRE
RETIRE NON SMOKERS
BURNING GINSENG
WORD PLAY LIKE A SPELL WORKER
WE BE IN DA ROOTS
TIL THE GROUND WORK UP
SURROUNDED BY HEAT LIKE COAL

to some
Alcohol and bogies. A little bit o’ weed
Feed me. Gimme that. Gimme what I need
It takes a lot o’ fuel to run this rusted out machine
Gimme what I,

Grace covers all borders
Your Grace covers all borders
When I talk talk about your grace
They don't understand me but it's ok
You took me from the miry

Heads up
Alright

Read a book now 
Living on a planet ran by killers, and the crooks now 
If you haven't noticed, here's my line you the snook now 

Filthy Little Secret

Cradle of Filth

Nymphetamine

2004

long have these emotions
Like potions, made me
A sole castellan
Trusted to keep
The weight of oceans
From her rusted gates of sleep

A dreaming

Warfare

M.O.P.

Body of the Life Force

2000

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about

You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under

shoot the breeze 
with the roots and trees 
i'd go by the river 
and watch the way the devil dances 
but never took his hand 
even though i did have

Mommy a the captian a me team
World class balla prayer warrior indeed
Done know daily a yuh prayers a cover me
Cyan pay yuh back but know me appreciate

really means.
To live by words, if scripture is roots,
and the wise hold they tongue when the youth speak the truth.
You learn real quick, where I'm from

Picture this: you and me
In a flat by the city
It might not be all that pretty
But you’ll make up for it
Picture this: me and you
On a sofa made for

look up to us
Like trapeze, they love the way we swing it
It's the Roots inside guaranteed to bring it to these nits
Got individuals expecting residuals

pressure from me you
Gave me something unconditional
And scar by scar you brought me home

I've been waiting for forever
So patient we hide beneath

up to the sky
Now skeletons rusted out shells
Water creeps into every crack
Freezes expands and repeats
Till by piece, nothing remains
Not even

Rise above
How they seek to ground us
Non believers underachievers
Cover us up they don't want see us
Afraid to be us
Rebellion clashing taking

in their frames collecting dust/
Instead of moving, I would rather
do a podcast where I fuss/
A coping mechanism just to cover up my shame/
Not having

Hip Pop

Shabazz the Disciple

Book of Shabazz (Hidden Scrollz)

2003

by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is

Rudeboy Salute

Buju Banton

Terror Squad

1999

Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,

Next to the roses is where I'll live
Scritch scratched by thorns until I learn how to forgive myself

Moss will cover me whole
Let it be the only sign

whole 'lotta smoke
She bad, little mocha, hit her with big ledgers like the joker (Heath)
Gas keep me up afloat, yeah, bitch I'm my own movement like

privilege, spilling perfect pain on blemishes
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see, tell me what you see yeah yeah
Took me by surprise
Money envy greed,

mi
Strikeforce out like a match when hurricane coming ,
Ratty see an run fi cover quick an start do maze running
Di law man up in the hill seh Betta