[Verse 1: Rodney P]

Yo! It goes hip, hop, hang on, stop
You think we’re going down that road blood we’re not
Them old-skool style, they should have never been forgot
But we’re looking for a future sound we can’t flop
Shibbidy-be-bop, we rock, yes we do
The tracks the guests do, we brought our All-star crew
Brought a couple’ junglists and grime man too
Plus we brought a couple’ galdem too you know the crew
Now I am Rodney P, The MC, come start the show
With one spliff, one baby, yeah you know say we’re ready
Want a mass of them to follow me now
Somebody say U.K. we play, you know we carry the swing
It ‘Riddim Killa’ inside on a remix vibe, Chester P come do your t’ing

[Verse 2: Chester P]

Bang my chest like Tarzan of Greystoke
Stress is the epitaph up on my gravestone
Third kind, deep like Solomon’s mines
Turning tap water into bottles of wine
So salute mine, crown of thorns and stigmata
Trust me we don’t young we live faster
Sometimes I look at the moon and ask why
I feel like I’m paying for a crime from a past life
Grey days and dark nights surround me
Found where you find me, thoughts overcrowded
Poetry is fiery, fresh from the diary
Sounding the sirens I crash through the boundaries
Snatch your reality, slap your sub-conscious
Back in response to death like Charles Bronson
Sometimes I look at the sky and pray in hope
Go sleep, wake up and I’m still in the same hell
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