Album: Brand New Second Hand    Title: Juggle Tings Proper          (Great Scott! I say, old bean)   This happens to be the article of fusion   Huh! The roots-fi discotheque   As we move      It's that jet-black flow from the southwest of illo n d-o-n   The second nature of the vent dem rebel routine   I scheme and plot, ain't no use in stepping if we don't step hot   Let the movements be made, there's goals to be getting   No second for no love or no fettin   Why there's all these ugly mans on my TV screen?   I wrap my head with foil so I don't catch so I don't catch them beams   The sound of half a downer don't pray fi step solo   We far flung frontier, captain kirk, the sun trekker   Full time I climb, my chip deeper taught as I sow seeds of thought   The fruits of the roots, a vision of splendid splendidness   Now be proud to be spittin in the face of the beast   With each and every move I make, every shite I break   You might watch me but I watch you too   Ain't a thing you can do to stop me!      [Chorus 2x]   Whom wants this or that   Watch these enzymes react   How we juggle tings proper   Man, don't      When I swing I'm far fetched like hicks from hicksville   High steps got me trippin from Peckham to Bucks Hill   Still I stand firm through the strife conflict   Motion slick, hip to every ring poli-trick   So I spread love like Lennon and Yoko Ono   Keep vibes slow-mo for a ho-tential   Don't go callin me coon, you'll catch a boot to your jaw   We pro-black, freak that, can't sweep no floor   I heard those my people, them burst their backs   Work hard for eons and paid tax and have not seen jack         In return, how does shit burn   It could well make a guy lose sense and rationale   Onto kamikazes on shifting streets   It's eyeball for eyeball and teeth for teeth   While we spin on this ball of confusion   I sight no solution, cesspits just get more frowsy   Chemical rain got me drunken and drowsy   Rowdy, I got no choice but to be   The living example of a root-fi youth type soldier   Bowling through like there ain't no tomorrow   Brave them terrains of pain and deep sorrow   But still keep sliding on, I try to make sense of the madness   But it seems like I'm wasting my time, it's best I just   Go get me mine, find some inner peace   Climb to higher heights, embrace the light      [Chorus 2x]      This living dead noose, the bane of life in the west   But who's down for civil unrest?   In times like these comrades is hard to find   The beast keeps the masses toeing the line   With them sneaky tactics they'll keep them boys running   So they can have a market for their guns and ammunition   Keep the third world in a stagnant position   Begging for monetary aid from IMF   Who don't seem too keen to write of the third world debt   Cause they profit from holding it down   Soon there'll be no dollars, no yens, no pounds   Just madness, microchips and hi-tech war   And all because the beast wants to gain control   Of each and every mind, body, spirit and soul      [Chorus 2x]      We keep it jugglin, keep it jugglin