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Strange Behaviour

Roots Manuva

Brand New Second Hand

1999

had no choice to piggy-bank or trash
It was me and my bold self with five bags of coppers
Splashed out on the counter at PJ Patel's
He's far from happy

Disorder

The Exploited

Dead Cities

2000

Disorder here cause you're fucked 
Wait it out 
Those dirty blue boys lost again 
They've got no style I write me own 
Buying up bottle

Stand for more than popular advances

But by any means nessecary 
Get scary
And burry all the tom and jerry
Heat varies but he always cook
The times taste

I used to say that I need nothing
Don’t need no one by myself
Honestly, life coulda been tougher
And that’s why I ain’t fell

But it’s ‘nough clear

Shut the door and say goodbye
And Know that you're moving on
Leave the note and close your eyes
To hide the tears falling down
Let me live my life

like nobody has emotions 
Convey our faces as emojis 
I love you to who listens closely
Stand on my own 
I'm strong, I'm wise and golden
Building bombs

stand by the road
She listened to what her mama told her
Her mama tell her go and do it
Her mama tell her go and get it
Her mama tell her go and do it
Her

You came quivering across the floor
A mass of folded skin and claws
Gingerly let me take hold of you
Such an awkward bag of bones
'Til you shot into

You are too beautiful
My dear, to be true
And I am a fool for beauty
Fooled by a feeling
That because I had found you
I could have bound you to me

Stand in strong against the world now I fear
The shadows that trouble and worry me
Coming undone by my own devices
My focus is drawn and fairly weak

Bodies/crystalline words and sharding teeth over take my mouth at conception 
Will the wicked overtake me 
Are my actions those of a howled whisper breaking form

The city of angels
Where no ones an angel
Their devilish intent
Keeps getting tougher
To stand
Fake friends
Fake life
Don't know how you fall asleep

the sand
I tried to live it up like some other man
Well he beat me up with my own two hands
And my cold feet were sick of taking a stand

I don't know
What

down south,
won't ever stand the strain.
And I need you more than want you. 
And I want you for all time.
And the Wichita Lineman, 
is still on the line.

of pain

Even the devil
is looking at me
Waiting for a Fake step

The season
is open

Our own story
It's just
a theatrical Drama

The script assigned to us

right at the beginning

So, what You did to gain that right?

My faith’s in starting revolution

The one that You deserve

No one, no one stands by Your

to serve us
Make all the white people nervous
Tell em that we decent from Gods
No longer crippled by they mental scars
People who look like me would make

How can you get emancipated
Keeping from the outside? 
To avoid.. 
..By force of habits.. 
And delay.. 
..Focus to keep one stand.. 

It's my deep

Madeislife
Nigerian bred my parents really raised me right
Been watching rappers getting by being mediocre
We got our laughs on now the joke is over
Fourth

as well I don't think that I'll stand a chance all on my own 
With these useless, delicate hands

I guess that I really just never wanna leave
Take that

Out of reach with my own self
Piece by piece, I'm falling down
Out of this world of pain
I search for the islands of my fantasy
Where we are one ever

with another guy now
Can't stand the thought makes me wanna blast myself
I'd fall asleep
In your eyes

The fumes are in my head 
Can't shake the scent

create
We're reaching for the light
Decaying from the inside
I can't fix this on my own I can't fix this
So here we stand reaching for the light
Why have

You stand by and watch as the sheep are slaughtered
The oppressive hand looms overhead
Never guilty but always present
In the crowd that chants 
For