| Song | Witness (1 Hope) |
| Artist | Roots Manuva |
| Album | Run Come Save Me |
| 作词 : Smith | |
| Well well well (x3) | |
| Taskmaster burst | |
| The bionic zit splitter | |
| Breakneck speed | |
| we drown ten pints of bitter | |
| we lean all day | |
| and some say that ain't productive | |
| but that depends upon the demon that you're stuck with | |
| 'cos right now | |
| I see clearer than most | |
| I sit here contented with this cheese on toast | |
| I feel the pain of a third world famine | |
| Segue | |
| we count them blessings and keep jamming | |
| 'tis him | |
| scumbag, scum of the earth | |
| his worth was nil | |
| until he gained the skill of tongues | |
| from 15 years young straight to my grey back self | |
| I stay top shelf material | |
| Jerk chicken, jerk fish | |
| Break away slave bliss | |
| Generate G's and then we stash them in the Swiss | |
| Fools can't see this | |
| Audio pistols | |
| a fistful of hip hop donzai | |
| Progressin' in the flesh | |
| Esoteric quotes most frightening | |
| Duppy took hold of my hand while I was writing | |
| Let go me ting Duppy | |
| Let go me hand | |
| I summon up the power of banana clan... | |
| Witness the fitness | |
| The cruffatin liveth | |
| One hope one quest. (Repeat x4) | |
| Swigging that deep root juice | |
| Now we deh 'pon it boost | |
| Set them spirit them loose | |
| Go 'head go slash up the noose | |
| With conclusive proof of both the truth | |
| The right | |
| 'cos whether we hitch hike or push bike | |
| or travel kinda trash | |
| manifest that | |
| with wholesome roots rap | |
| manifest that yeah | |
| I do my zing way | |
| Ain't nutten else I know | |
| Gone up in the life | |
| With this I-ragged born flow | |
| Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free | |
| Travel over ocean land and sea | |
| Faced nuff stress and difficulty | |
| Flung back from the brink | |
| Gwan'ing kind of stink | |
| We don't give a frig about what them fools think | |
| Frig your network | |
| Our dett work will speak for itself | |
| Proof of the trophy | |
| And the champion belt | |
| Come sun come rain come hailstone pelt. | |
| (CHORUS) | |
| Bwana Simit | |
| With some old time shit | |
| let the whole world know | |
| we on some off key tip | |
| mega manic | |
| when time the pressure start lick | |
| by the hook or by the crook | |
| by the poop or by the kick | |
| he's sickly cryptic | |
| spitting the code | |
| and most proud to present that cruffatin mode | |
| and it shows that they bro's done | |
| seen a few sleights | |
| life throws scenarios | |
| reality bites | |
| we in collision with the beast | |
| lost we religion and we can't get no peace | |
| idiot weakheart want to take I for chief | |
| stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief | |
| but we should know that | |
| discipline maketh the geez | |
| separation of the DAT from the rat that's a must | |
| proceed set speed with the cruffatin touch | |
| proceed set speed | |
| crufatin yow... | |
| (CHORUS) |
| zuò cí : Smith | |
| Well well well x3 | |
| Taskmaster burst | |
| The bionic zit splitter | |
| Breakneck speed | |
| we drown ten pints of bitter | |
| we lean all day | |
| and some say that ain' t productive | |
| but that depends upon the demon that you' re stuck with | |
| ' cos right now | |
| I see clearer than most | |
| I sit here contented with this cheese on toast | |
| I feel the pain of a third world famine | |
| Segue | |
| we count them blessings and keep jamming | |
| ' tis him | |
| scumbag, scum of the earth | |
| his worth was nil | |
| until he gained the skill of tongues | |
| from 15 years young straight to my grey back self | |
| I stay top shelf material | |
| Jerk chicken, jerk fish | |
| Break away slave bliss | |
| Generate G' s and then we stash them in the Swiss | |
| Fools can' t see this | |
| Audio pistols | |
| a fistful of hip hop donzai | |
| Progressin' in the flesh | |
| Esoteric quotes most frightening | |
| Duppy took hold of my hand while I was writing | |
| Let go me ting Duppy | |
| Let go me hand | |
| I summon up the power of banana clan... | |
| Witness the fitness | |
| The cruffatin liveth | |
| One hope one quest. Repeat x4 | |
| Swigging that deep root juice | |
| Now we deh ' pon it boost | |
| Set them spirit them loose | |
| Go ' head go slash up the noose | |
| With conclusive proof of both the truth | |
| The right | |
| ' cos whether we hitch hike or push bike | |
| or travel kinda trash | |
| manifest that | |
| with wholesome roots rap | |
| manifest that yeah | |
| I do my zing way | |
| Ain' t nutten else I know | |
| Gone up in the life | |
| With this Iragged born flow | |
| Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free | |
| Travel over ocean land and sea | |
| Faced nuff stress and difficulty | |
| Flung back from the brink | |
| Gwan' ing kind of stink | |
| We don' t give a frig about what them fools think | |
| Frig your network | |
| Our dett work will speak for itself | |
| Proof of the trophy | |
| And the champion belt | |
| Come sun come rain come hailstone pelt. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Bwana Simit | |
| With some old time shit | |
| let the whole world know | |
| we on some off key tip | |
| mega manic | |
| when time the pressure start lick | |
| by the hook or by the crook | |
| by the poop or by the kick | |
| he' s sickly cryptic | |
| spitting the code | |
| and most proud to present that cruffatin mode | |
| and it shows that they bro' s done | |
| seen a few sleights | |
| life throws scenarios | |
| reality bites | |
| we in collision with the beast | |
| lost we religion and we can' t get no peace | |
| idiot weakheart want to take I for chief | |
| stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief | |
| but we should know that | |
| discipline maketh the geez | |
| separation of the DAT from the rat that' s a must | |
| proceed set speed with the cruffatin touch | |
| proceed set speed | |
| crufatin yow... | |
| CHORUS |