Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, [*****s)! Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, j-j-j yeah... er... Alright, well... got my *****t down here... smoke that *****t... We bout to just do some nice stuff here wassup... Aaaaaaaaaaaah... UH! My style hurts doesn't it? Turn around and your hole crews loving it Uh, you tried stiff neck thugging it Couldn't sleep 'cause your mind had a bug in it Buzzing without *****, extract And you thought I wasn't coming? Well you need a slap Let me see, chapter three, verse one, and I'm on Wait, fore warning you of the coming of kong Come on, splash little fishy can you swim in the pond? Are you that, breaking the wall will your building respond? To the pressure, walking with the strength of my predecessor Ancient, I never walk alone I'm up against the stereo-mono-typical Visualising wealth is not applicable Now, my brain cries out for me to read With movement inspired by Johnsy D and Benjy Read [Chorus] The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is) But I ain't moving (Excuse me?) We can't keep joking (No no no no) Break the lock if the door's not open now (Break it down break it down) The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is) But I ain't moving (Excuse me?) We can't keep joking (No no no no) Break the lock if the door's not open now Concepts get abandoned with no gloves Traditional trends evaporate like soap suds The innercity whirlpool will suck you up like A person with a temper can [*****] you up right? Time to bring back down to syndromes Custard in your eye like Bugsy Malone You need to stay calm with napalm attached to ya Embrace arm in gasoline strike a match to ya Now, now do you feel enlightened? Well I don't and I'm the one writing Anything versus everything really means nothing Can't be a king pea**** - I hate strutting Dressed up semi-jiggy I might frustrate somethin' A lion in the wardrobe is ready to break somethin' Mr Fantastic Fox The Awkward individ' that makes the wack (*****t) hot My jazz addiction is a preminition of war When visible tussels appear on the dance floor The sweat breaks to the beat, freak of the month, year, decade Vacuum the essay, now lets say I'm one in a million, a million in one room You want an interview with the killer of monsoons? I'll sing sonnets to don and donnettes, ok? I'm terrible with a broom sweeping your mess away [Chorus] "...two, three, break!" [x3]
Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, [*****s)! Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, j-j-j yeah... er... Alright, well... got my *****t down here... smoke that *****t... We bout to just do some nice stuff here wassup... Aaaaaaaaaaaah... UH! My style hurts doesn't it? Turn around and your hole crews loving it Uh, you tried stiff neck thugging it Couldn't sleep 'cause your mind had a bug in it Buzzing without *****, extract And you thought I wasn't coming? Well you need a slap Let me see, chapter three, verse one, and I'm on Wait, fore warning you of the coming of kong Come on, splash little fishy can you swim in the pond? Are you that, breaking the wall will your building respond? To the pressure, walking with the strength of my predecessor Ancient, I never walk alone I'm up against the stereo-mono-typical Visualising wealth is not applicable Now, my brain cries out for me to read With movement inspired by Johnsy D and Benjy Read [Chorus] The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is) But I ain't moving (Excuse me?) We can't keep joking (No no no no) Break the lock if the door's not open now (Break it down break it down) The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is) But I ain't moving (Excuse me?) We can't keep joking (No no no no) Break the lock if the door's not open now Concepts get abandoned with no gloves Traditional trends evaporate like soap suds The innercity whirlpool will suck you up like A person with a temper can [*****] you up right? Time to bring back down to syndromes Custard in your eye like Bugsy Malone You need to stay calm with napalm attached to ya Embrace arm in gasoline strike a match to ya Now, now do you feel enlightened? Well I don't and I'm the one writing Anything versus everything really means nothing Can't be a king pea**** - I hate strutting Dressed up semi-jiggy I might frustrate somethin' A lion in the wardrobe is ready to break somethin' Mr Fantastic Fox The Awkward individ' that makes the wack (*****t) hot My jazz addiction is a preminition of war When visible tussels appear on the dance floor The sweat breaks to the beat, freak of the month, year, decade Vacuum the essay, now lets say I'm one in a million, a million in one room You want an interview with the killer of monsoons? I'll sing sonnets to don and donnettes, ok? I'm terrible with a broom sweeping your mess away [Chorus] "...two, three, break!" [x3]
