(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