 "Yes, something of a different pace.
Fresh, Hits from 97' make haste.
Now, I believe the time is right.
How, stepping from the left to the
right.
So get, ready for the rhythm in
check.
Direct, believe me you aint heard
nothing yet!
I will, volunteer my lyrical skill,
Until, the skoo reaches 15 mil,
Go deep, Rite into the middle of the
beat.
Stay sweet, in everyway, 7 days a
week
On Time, give it to you line by line,
the source is the power of the force
in the prime.
Its new (beat), structure of the sour
unveiling, Go twice around the
waters still keep on changing.
Panic, so get confuse I cant shake it,
Feel Static, built up by the darts in
the free
I can't have it, I need you spirit
representers, a skilled ever ready
strong deep of adventures
And I got that, that’s why my beats
sound so fuelled, ‘cos its the format,
something you've never heard
before!
Do you think that you can hold on,
when the beat gets to strong and
you feel that you need help to move
along
Do you think that you can hang tuff,
when the rhythm gets ruff and the
DJ says "I think you've had enough"
Do you think that you can digest,
when i start to digress, better get
yourself a lyric proof vest!
Do you think that you can compete
when you hear the fat beat, you
need stamina like an athlete!
Unique, continue the future
technique to full heat, let the
microphone burn when i speak
Alright, now were getting into this
sound, pick it up, shake it up, turn it
upside-down!"
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