| Song | Chin High |
| Artist | Roots Manuva |
| Album | Awfully Deep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones, Smith | |
| Fuel injection on a blank page | |
| My mental splurges and emerges from nothing | |
| I'm the forgotten | |
| The nude that got caught with two keys in his bottom | |
| We don't know him, we don't owe him | |
| Poetic justice with no poem | |
| I study my art 'til I'm blue in the face | |
| No time to waste, my heart's on the plate | |
| The soul and life force dancing on the timelines | |
| These ain't rhymes no more, they're straight sermons | |
| For urban suburban Babylonian contours | |
| Raw roll up raw, sounds of war | |
| To drown out the police and their tracking device | |
| Brings back to mind how they mack on the ice | |
| 'Cause they transmit and receive | |
| Best know the beast will listen | |
| Throw your glitz as they strip your assets | |
| How vexed thou art, but you are playing a part | |
| In your own damn demise | |
| You money-grips need to get more wise | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
| Pursue it, pursue it | |
| My I-tal views come from this I-tal brew | |
| Something about these struggles and the things they do | |
| The peace-bringers, quote-key-quote singers | |
| That ring us for nothing in this marketplace | |
| Could be target grace, a new-tical movement | |
| Bringing an improvement to mind and soul | |
| Life's a bitch, we tired of the bitching | |
| Them cheap escape routes got me here twitching | |
| How much money must we waste 'til we see | |
| Them self-made heroes that we make for ourself | |
| Goodbye old me, say hello to the new | |
| Please Lord Jesus, help me get through | |
| Can I be a man for my baby boo | |
| What's a grown man supposing he to do | |
| When the world at large be scared of the truth | |
| I got good reason to be uncouth | |
| Like a big wide hole in the top of your roof | |
| And I really don't got much nice to say | |
| When day-to-day is pure bills to pay | |
| So how am I supposed to change my ways | |
| When this world at large seems to lead me astray | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
| Pursue it, pursue it | |
| Transfixed by an apparent | |
| Will in the way | |
| To seize the day | |
| Accept us to social fray | |
| Most remember what the media push | |
| There goes the crooks who fiddle the books | |
| And run scot-free 'cause money reigns supreme | |
| In the gene of the fiends | |
| Chemical warfare | |
| Biological warfare | |
| The near is never seen | |
| Man and machine | |
| Getting into things | |
| While some claim road and some claim blame | |
| Oblivious to the time that we're living in | |
| The misled mislead | |
| Afflicted by the greed | |
| Government man keep fighting down the weed | |
| While they boost up the booze, the prozac and methodone | |
| And use the taxpayer's money to develop their clones | |
| Misinformation | |
| Mass sedation | |
| Nations baited for spiritual rapings | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it | |
| Pursue it, pursue it... |
| zuo ci : Jones, Smith | |
| Fuel injection on a blank page | |
| My mental splurges and emerges from nothing | |
| I' m the forgotten | |
| The nude that got caught with two keys in his bottom | |
| We don' t know him, we don' t owe him | |
| Poetic justice with no poem | |
| I study my art ' til I' m blue in the face | |
| No time to waste, my heart' s on the plate | |
| The soul and life force dancing on the timelines | |
| These ain' t rhymes no more, they' re straight sermons | |
| For urban suburban Babylonian contours | |
| Raw roll up raw, sounds of war | |
| To drown out the police and their tracking device | |
| Brings back to mind how they mack on the ice | |
| ' Cause they transmit and receive | |
| Best know the beast will listen | |
| Throw your glitz as they strip your assets | |
| How vexed thou art, but you are playing a part | |
| In your own damn demise | |
| You moneygrips need to get more wise | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Pursue it, pursue it | |
| My Ital views come from this Ital brew | |
| Something about these struggles and the things they do | |
| The peacebringers, quotekeyquote singers | |
| That ring us for nothing in this marketplace | |
| Could be target grace, a newtical movement | |
| Bringing an improvement to mind and soul | |
| Life' s a bitch, we tired of the bitching | |
| Them cheap escape routes got me here twitching | |
| How much money must we waste ' til we see | |
| Them selfmade heroes that we make for ourself | |
| Goodbye old me, say hello to the new | |
| Please Lord Jesus, help me get through | |
| Can I be a man for my baby boo | |
| What' s a grown man supposing he to do | |
| When the world at large be scared of the truth | |
| I got good reason to be uncouth | |
| Like a big wide hole in the top of your roof | |
| And I really don' t got much nice to say | |
| When daytoday is pure bills to pay | |
| So how am I supposed to change my ways | |
| When this world at large seems to lead me astray | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Pursue it, pursue it | |
| Transfixed by an apparent | |
| Will in the way | |
| To seize the day | |
| Accept us to social fray | |
| Most remember what the media push | |
| There goes the crooks who fiddle the books | |
| And run scotfree ' cause money reigns supreme | |
| In the gene of the fiends | |
| Chemical warfare | |
| Biological warfare | |
| The near is never seen | |
| Man and machine | |
| Getting into things | |
| While some claim road and some claim blame | |
| Oblivious to the time that we' re living in | |
| The misled mislead | |
| Afflicted by the greed | |
| Government man keep fighting down the weed | |
| While they boost up the booze, the prozac and methodone | |
| And use the taxpayer' s money to develop their clones | |
| Misinformation | |
| Mass sedation | |
| Nations baited for spiritual rapings | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Pursue it, pursue it... |
| zuò cí : Jones, Smith | |
| Fuel injection on a blank page | |
| My mental splurges and emerges from nothing | |
| I' m the forgotten | |
| The nude that got caught with two keys in his bottom | |
| We don' t know him, we don' t owe him | |
| Poetic justice with no poem | |
| I study my art ' til I' m blue in the face | |
| No time to waste, my heart' s on the plate | |
| The soul and life force dancing on the timelines | |
| These ain' t rhymes no more, they' re straight sermons | |
| For urban suburban Babylonian contours | |
| Raw roll up raw, sounds of war | |
| To drown out the police and their tracking device | |
| Brings back to mind how they mack on the ice | |
| ' Cause they transmit and receive | |
| Best know the beast will listen | |
| Throw your glitz as they strip your assets | |
| How vexed thou art, but you are playing a part | |
| In your own damn demise | |
| You moneygrips need to get more wise | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Pursue it, pursue it | |
| My Ital views come from this Ital brew | |
| Something about these struggles and the things they do | |
| The peacebringers, quotekeyquote singers | |
| That ring us for nothing in this marketplace | |
| Could be target grace, a newtical movement | |
| Bringing an improvement to mind and soul | |
| Life' s a bitch, we tired of the bitching | |
| Them cheap escape routes got me here twitching | |
| How much money must we waste ' til we see | |
| Them selfmade heroes that we make for ourself | |
| Goodbye old me, say hello to the new | |
| Please Lord Jesus, help me get through | |
| Can I be a man for my baby boo | |
| What' s a grown man supposing he to do | |
| When the world at large be scared of the truth | |
| I got good reason to be uncouth | |
| Like a big wide hole in the top of your roof | |
| And I really don' t got much nice to say | |
| When daytoday is pure bills to pay | |
| So how am I supposed to change my ways | |
| When this world at large seems to lead me astray | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Pursue it, pursue it | |
| Transfixed by an apparent | |
| Will in the way | |
| To seize the day | |
| Accept us to social fray | |
| Most remember what the media push | |
| There goes the crooks who fiddle the books | |
| And run scotfree ' cause money reigns supreme | |
| In the gene of the fiends | |
| Chemical warfare | |
| Biological warfare | |
| The near is never seen | |
| Man and machine | |
| Getting into things | |
| While some claim road and some claim blame | |
| Oblivious to the time that we' re living in | |
| The misled mislead | |
| Afflicted by the greed | |
| Government man keep fighting down the weed | |
| While they boost up the booze, the prozac and methodone | |
| And use the taxpayer' s money to develop their clones | |
| Misinformation | |
| Mass sedation | |
| Nations baited for spiritual rapings | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Chin high, puffed chest, we step right to it | |
| The choice is there ain' t no choice but to pursue it | |
| Pursue it, pursue it... |