Name: Flying Kebab (Roots Manuva RMX) by Thomas Simoes (Meta)
Duration: 5 min 25 s
Description: A Metvstvz RMX from the original "Witness (One Hope)" from the UK legendary MC, Roots Manuva. Still work in progress...

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A Metvstvz RMX from the original "Witness (One Hope)" from the UK legendary MC, Roots Manuva. Still work in progress...

Flying Kebab (Roots Manuva RMX)

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Beats & Vocals by Rael 
Started this on the keyboard, then got my highly talented brother to replay the accordion parts, and he created the melodic parts (Lewis Powell)
This track was a lot of fun!, Kirsa brought an extra scratch between the verses.
Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHYGVRZA4XI&frags=pl%2Cwn
Lyrics
The morning rolled off me, as I downed a black coffee
My vision stay misty, stay sticky like toffee
My girl stays cross at me, cos I don't know the cost to be
Living this life, like this mission is lost to me Im 20%, still not paying my rent
But im staying unbent, swaying on my fence Im undecided, at the place where im resided
Which the government provided, so why you try and hide it im like 20,000 under, every time 
I blunder, I wonder 
When i'll light the sky up with the thunder
Im singing “aye currumba” as I waken from my slumber success is like the lottery
I pick a random number
So welcome to the twilight, im checking out the skylight
Im checking out the nightlight, checking out my eyesight deteriorating
Lost in my own delirium deleraelium, living inside the aquarium
So breathe in with me, and lets see where the story is
Skip to the good part, and get to where the glory is emerging victorious, that much is obvious
Hard to be a real man, in this rap land misogynist
Hard to keep moving as im walking through the boggiest hard
To keep moving as im walking through the boggiest 
Of waters, thinking of stuff you never thought of
Stored in the back of my mind like some sort of
Art exhibition, with some parts looking missing
Im talking to your mind, but there's just parts of you that listen 
So hark when im spitting, as you sit and reminisce
And i spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition
In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing

Hold back when im waking, shaking up your dirty bacon
Paying double for your rations, mashing up your dirty cash-in fashion 
Shows it when your faking, shaking fists up in my breaking patience 
Dont you know im pagan, making bridges like a mason
Placing pieces on my chess board, gets more stronger by the hour, power
Tasting sweet and sour, shower spits upon my flower, cower cover from the residents
The kings and queens and presidents
Bring me to and swallow whole
Break my bones and lose control
To my roots im heathen, breathing life into the season leaving traces of what im believing
Traces of the gold im heaving
Scheming from the world im bleeding heeding no advice im needing
Fearing that somebody's nearing
Fearing that nobody's steering

Accordeon

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Beat & Vocals by Rael
Additional instruments by Kirsa
This track first surfaced just after Reflectionz, it changed and evolved greatly before ending up in this format. Started on an old piano, then mpc'd then octatracked, with Jeason Charmeur de Serpentins adding some vituoso platine violin, koto and space trumpet manipulation
Lyrics
I'm blind by the light
And high as a kite
55 kilos is still kind of light
5 foot 7 is no kind of height
As long as I'm driven I'll make it through the night
Roaming though the darkness
Like my name was Tony Starkest
The night's starless, my future is star kissed
I wander from the bar pissed
Gotta track with a harpist
Just a jingle in my brain
But I'll bring it all the same
These words can't contain
But im contained in these words
The message is blurred
But its simple to be heard
Picked up a shovel and a shovel and a pick
Now im level in my shit, and I struggle and I slip
My family just packed cos my tactics just lacked
Thought I might slip through the trap
But Ill have them right back
Been singing many moons, put the gloom over tunes
When the phantom resumes, It'll be time to assume
That I rise with the sun, and all that lies with the sun
On the run, I'd be dumb
But I slum number one
A rumble in my tum, a dark glass of rum
My whisky boat's rocking, my l'eau de vie's come
It's so to be glum, I'm slow to be fun
I throw the rope, row the boat, just to be done
To the path that I clung, when I'm 30 years young
Gather up the crumbs of the haunts where I hung
My hum drum heart drum lung leave you stung
So just take a toke and pass to someone
Some will succumb and be sold by the sum
So just take a toke and pass to someone

Stuck in the groove of a half time blues
I got nothing to lose, so I loosen my shoes
My fingers tap the ivories 
She had a sly eye for these
Read my mind like libraries
Diagnosed my disease
No matter what I believe
I'm leaving on a fresh note
Hunger getting steely, capellini green pesto
My appetite grows like dynamite blows
In a stalagmite pose, I saddle my woes
Raggamuffin clothes, the muffin man knows
Im plucking banjoes, and stuffing down my prose
Fish the flies out my wine
Im not one to whine
About life slow decline, sometimes I recline
Benign philanthropic, sunshine in the tropics
Rhyme about the topic of the beat when they drop it
My throats giving in from this life it's living in
But I found a magic ointment, need a wife to rub it in
So thanks for stepping in, now it's time to be snugging in
My worlds a rugged in, that's where my love begins
Welcome to my reality, southern hospitality
Get your feet tapping like a hereditary malady
It's so to be glum, I'm slow to be fun
I throw the rope, row the boat, just to be done
To the path that I clung, when I'm 3à years young
I gather up the crumbs of the haunts where I hung
My hum drum heart drum lung leave you stung
So just take a toke and pass to someone
Some will succumb and be sold by the sum
So just take a toke and pass to someone

Flying Kebab (Roots Manuva RMX)

Thomas Simoes (Meta)

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