Charlie’s Children Zilch (JPN)

Hello, hello Tokyo
Don't cha know we came to flow, we came to show
Big funk freakers busting out your speakers
Shabba's on the mic with a mad jungle fever
We are the liberators, bullsh** disintegrators
Dripping our the mushikera and the Zilchi haters
We are the second coming, we are the big bomb
We are Charlie's children
Creepy crawling on my hands and knees
Like some sick sick sixties psycho, please
Dominations, calibrations, s**y psycho explanations
Coming through the bedroom window, offing you, fеlicitations
The crooked smile, thе hippie hate-love child
Time to go
Deha mata nochi hodo
Deha mata nochi hodo
Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children
Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children
Check it out, rising, rolling
My name's Shabba Dan, I am the ragga man
Check out my situation, my situation
Well me a danna, me come in the place, pick up the mic and tell everyone
Rude boy Shabba come from London, yeah
Listen, rinsing, rolling
Putting gats in my raps now my lyrics to the max
You know my lyrics them fat make you damn collapse
Rough ragger, sharp dagger, climb ladder
Like Manson I'm madder, that's why they call me MC Shabba
Shabba
Little bit of mad that banged at my door
Rinsing, rolling
Little bit of mad that banged at my door
Listen
Got to get, to get, to get with the flavour
Get a lot, a lot of love with the flavour
Flavour for the raver
Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children
Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children
Got to get, to get, to get with the flavour
Get a lot, a lot of love with the flavour
Flavour for the raver
Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children
Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children