Artist: Roots Manuva   Label: Ronin   Year: 1996   Album: Countryman       --------------------------------------------------------------------------------   On the South of the river is where I reside   Making movements discrete coz I know I'm being spied   Beast eyes be all up on my back like spines   Lookin to come cut me down in my prime.   Bored gaffers wanna hound me search my hind briefs   I say get ye back I'll spread my own cheeks   and show that I has no crack in my possession   You don't wanna do me for just one bag of weed   So pass me that caution and let me proceed.   To do what I does like only I knows   Write rhymes and diss for my fuck head foes   I be that spare chucking, mango munching crunching on dumpling   Beating all 5 kids with mad vocal gumption   Don't care bout your assumption I can not be pigeon holed   Rebel souls all cold kiss cold cassette   We don't come for powder lotion or pet      Chorus:   Where my mind is at, is where my soul is at   And if my soul's intact, then my mind's intact   x2      I don't to deal with them fashion victims   I never drink Pimms, give me Martell straight   Nice my mind state bringing flames to my throat   As I float I bust quotes from my inner mind's page   Roots-fi cascades rain down like typhoons   They blessing in that room so I boom till I'm holy   The feeling is oversized, fat roly-poly   Now I bounce like brests's that burst from brassieres   My purpose of being free this next type of years   Coz I'm cool, heart-felt flex be the free y'all   kingsize swinging roots like twist I'm the geezer with   tuff rhymes are mine light years and distant times   My strength'll be the fact that I'm committed   Folks check me easy coz my style is too wicked   I say time manthemwanna box my face   I give them roots juice, but they don't like the taste.      CHORUS      Standing at the crossroad which way do I turn?   Babylon a burn, but nuffin ever seen   Coz they trapped inside tainted mentality   Getting force fed by a demon beams   That be coming straight at you from the TV screen.   Why is there no news in these newsprint rags?   I don't really care about who MP shagged   But still they keep feeding me foolishness   To go numb up my mind and fight my progress   but I see through yer crew and my mind's on the circuit   Hot to the 2 on some overtime I'm a stand firm with this roots-fi refined      CHORUS