Leftfield – Dusted lyrics

Love of self I possess
Thru life 2 death
Yiggy yar yesome
It's da upfront fresh
My leve is seldom seen
Few and far between
Them fools they couldn't
Douse my keen
Lean 2 da mean
Thorough bread
Pickyhead
Strapped in a brass trap down I get
Sunset to sunset
We don't sweat yet
Cool we don't fret
While the dubs dem hold we
I'm picky with percision
Now death it's self
Can't hold this down
Coz the seeds of progress
Them done get sow
My tuff back
Broke the cane in four
Face flat to the floor
But I found the strength
To commence with a brand new
Sense of self
Eurozulu coming through
Tokyo train style hipper 2 da coup

Down like dirt man we
Dusted (get up)

Nuff of dem ah question my
Rebelite flex
But I won't waste my time
I let action speak
Although this feat stands
Taller than the peak of Everest
I visualise embrace
The progress
Chin high puff chest
I step right to it
The choice is there ain't no choice
But to pursue
Soul on the mind
Mind on the soul
My struggle remain
But my insight remain
But my insight grow

Movement tight planet wide
Gaining nuff girth
Gaining nuff ground
Movement tight planet wide flight
Inner sight set 2 step to the height
Left of the field now looking good
Wed to this wayward bounce
I proud pronounce
I stood fast
Stuck in my way
I heed not no hearsay
I put my trust in my own
Perceptions of knowledge of self.