Lyrics

[Intro] Ahh-ayy (Come on, come on, come on) Come on Ahh-ayy (Come on, come on, come on) Come on Ahh-ayy (Come on, come on, come on) Come on Ahh-ayy (Come on, come on, come on) Come on Ahh-ayy (Come on, come on, come on) Come on Ahh-ayy (Come on, come on, come on) Come on [Verse 1] (Ayy) I'm gonna loosen my lungs, take a breath and express Three quarters of your mind, the tunes will possess Your only capable thought is a function The hunger to dance and cause of human combustion I'll make it bang, combinate with slang Manchester, thе dance capital of England The way I swing is close to a sin Unlеash vocal domination like Hendrix on strings Lyrical, miracle, poetical chatter The raps beeped as the chat gets better You drool at the sound my lyrical feast The snare drums the pulls, my tempo's the heartbeat I take root like weed in summer soil Ruff like Popeye and my microphone's the olive oil Now, as I recharge my vocal chords I'll take a pause Four seconds to break as I collect my applause [Refrain] Bam-bam-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den (Come on) Bam-bam-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den (Come on) Bam-bam-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den (Come on) Bam-bam-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den (Come on) [Verse 2] People, get up and get on one (Ahh) Speed is my style, my tongue is the stun gun (Ayy) I leave jams confused state of panic manic I'm frantic, some say satanic But that's chat, I don't need the spirit of life is my feed, uh (Ahh) (Come on) Direct attention to the pattern of the drum box (Ayy) Delivering tracks for the pleasure of disc jocks Tunes is here to breath life into hip-hop (Ahh) Cool, smooth, but I am not (Come on) Yo, the deeper we get, people relate and sweat Banging beats for bass for rap with a concept The way I word my lines my boys kick hard Booming and building make the ladies say, "Good God" Punks start to front they get verbally scared Rap selection like shorts and I hold the card This is the countdown, systematic meltdown (Ahh) Make you dizzy, believe it when you come around (Ayy) Delete my spell your body rushes when I excel Make you boogie and your head propel Now, one second excuse me when I style (Ahh) Collect my thought and check my profile (Ayy) [Refrain] Bam-bam-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den (Come on) Bam-bam-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den-den (Come on) [Verse 3] Again I have begun lyrical fun (Ahh) Play my voice like the notes on a steel drum (Ayy) Energy magnet, human conductor Rap maniac, female seductor Girls start wiggling and jiggling and giggling (Ahh) To the tunes and leave them considering (Ayy) Who is the new rave, rhyme, genius, mysterious My tempo's oblivious Flesh and bone, dictaphone, vocal tone is my thing So I can differ from a pop clone (Come on) Five-six with dimples crush punks like pimples Rhyme's quick but my samples are simple So concentrate, mediate Please relate to the state of 808 And combinate, escalate to a break so you can groove, but get heavy like a lead weight Release my beef, erase grief, I am the chief (Come on) Rock my rhymes and leave punks deceased (Come on) Receive vibes from minds that I have caressed (Come on) Lay jams flat and put bones to rest (Come on) I trade letters, send them and bend them Deliver heat as my DJ blends them Now I got two seconds to break Take it easy as I translate I am r— (Ahh) Rated for my rhyme and steel plated lines (Ayy) Punk go for yours as I go for mine Crack heads like eggs on concrete (Ahh) Freak out like a dog in a field of sheep Dislocate your feet, make the beat complete (Come on) (Ayy) Suckle to my lyrics like a lamb to a teat But don't step too close 'cause your footing might slip (Ahh) Trip, fall on you ass and still to talk shit Then I will vocally victimise verbally (Ayy) Emphasise the nature of the beast with a musical compromise (Ahh) (Come on) Between Darren, Price, Massey and Parker Built like volcano, the talent is the lava, yeah-yeah (Ayy) Now here is the last countdown as I end it on the one (Ahh-ay) (Come on, come on) [Outro] Ahh-ayy