(Performed by Derek B) To the people in the front and all the people in the back row Nice to see y'all jammin left to right toe to toe No more introductions you know who I am If you don't I couldn't really give a damm! So just slide to the glide of the rhyme in motion Or rock to the rhythm of this magic potion To have an opinion, not to follow a crowd, Brothers and sisters say it loud Not here to depress, only to stress Yes, we can all get out of this mess My license revoked, people think I choked, try to hange me with the rope, but nope, see I'm too ****. CHORUS Everybody You've gotta look up You've gotta Everybody Don't ever look down Don't let them put you down With a bang the bass kicks once again, I'll repeat myself try to tell you again No, not a politician or an obstitrician Just a down young man who watches and listens Weary of the system tryin to rip us off So they let you use drugs so your mind goes soft confused, amused at what the papers say Never get their facts straight anyway 'cos I've lived through the night of a 1000 knives Watched journalistic murder with my damn eyes seen 'em make, take, break many peoples lives fillin up the public with nothing but lies Livin in a class segregated nation Gutter press, comicbooks, mind information Try to keep me quiet just sittin in the corner But my name is Derek B not Little Jack Horner. CH ORUS x 2 The plot thickens as the rhyme goes on Can you hear "woo yea" anywhere in this song Let me take a breath, let me get some space Hold tight let's kick in the bass, Out of fourth gear rhyme in to cruise, Lyrical language, bring you more news If you have no ambition, no heart, or gold No ambition no heart no soul Gotta play to win no second place Why do you think they call this the human race Don't wanna be classified or be trendy don't like junkfood especially Wendy's No ad in no mag tells me what to wear or for that matter what to do with my hair Not a hip house or hip hop just my kinda song delivered by the young black Capricorn. CHORUS Life is much bigger than colour and greed so slow down and on't feed your greed everyman for himself that's not the way to go stick together then we'll all go one world one colour one people as we dance get on the dancefloor now is your chance to express yourself by the way you move the rhyme.... ambassador here's my groove CHORUS x 2 Written by D. Boland
NYC & Costello
D. Carter & NYC & Costello Mixed and Engineered by Hot Black Four Recorded at: Matrix Studios, UK Mixed by Gail "Sky" King at Soundworks, New York Engineered by Hugy Dwyer at Soundworks, New York Published by
Control
(Performed by Derek B) To the people in the front and all the people in the back row Nice to see y'all jammin left to right toe to toe No more introductions you know who I am If you don't I couldn't really give a damm! So just slide to the glide of the rhyme in motion Or rock to the rhythm of this magic potion To have an opinion, not to follow a crowd, Brothers and sisters say it loud Not here to depress, only to stress Yes, we can all get out of this mess My license revoked, people think I choked, try to hange me with the rope, but nope, see I'm too ****. CHORUS Everybody You've gotta look up You've gotta Everybody Don't ever look down Don't let them put you down With a bang the bass kicks once again, I'll repeat myself try to tell you again No, not a politician or an obstitrician Just a down young man who watches and listens Weary of the system tryin to rip us off So they let you use drugs so your mind goes soft confused, amused at what the papers say Never get their facts straight anyway 'cos I've lived through the night of a 1000 knives Watched journalistic murder with my damn eyes seen 'em make, take, break many peoples lives fillin up the public with nothing but lies Livin in a class segregated nation Gutter press, comicbooks, mind information Try to keep me quiet just sittin in the corner But my name is Derek B not Little Jack Horner. CH ORUS x 2 The plot thickens as the rhyme goes on Can you hear "woo yea" anywhere in this song Let me take a breath, let me get some space Hold tight let's kick in the bass, Out of fourth gear rhyme in to cruise, Lyrical language, bring you more news If you have no ambition, no heart, or gold No ambition no heart no soul Gotta play to win no second place Why do you think they call this the human race Don't wanna be classified or be trendy don't like junkfood especially Wendy's No ad in no mag tells me what to wear or for that matter what to do with my hair Not a hip house or hip hop just my kinda song delivered by the young black Capricorn. CHORUS Life is much bigger than colour and greed so slow down and on't feed your greed everyman for himself that's not the way to go stick together then we'll all go one world one colour one people as we dance get on the dancefloor now is your chance to express yourself by the way you move the rhyme.... ambassador here's my groove CHORUS x 2 Written by D. Boland
NYC & Costello
D. Carter & NYC & Costello Mixed and Engineered by Hot Black Four Recorded at: Matrix Studios, UK Mixed by Gail "Sky" King at Soundworks, New York Engineered by Hugy Dwyer at Soundworks, New York Published by
