(robert fripp) Instrumental
Heavy metal Cinderella Sudden death, now the thrill is gone Oh yeah Nice shot, you're a killer So what? Some like it hot, be the urban guerrilla Somewhere
(Dickie Peterson) Allllright! Out of a gun, You gather round Cold machine gun, Mighty round Urban soldiers, Combat back Send the men, Never let you
You know, I was looking at the condition of the world the other day Seems there's too much killing, too much dying, too much pain I don't know about you
High tech weapons everywhere We roll in the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head
High tech weapons evrywhere we roll in the jungle in the middle of the field we tumble somebody gon crumble mo tuhgs to rumble. repeat Hit it off capitain
All tracks by Urban Dance Squad Produced by Phil Nicolo and Stiff Johnson Engineered and mixed by Phil Nicolo Rudeboy: Vocal, backing vocals Magic Stick
Surprise, surprise, so you rub your eyes Never knew UDS, so cool as ice? Hear the vibes man, they'll stupefy Ducks, categories us as hard criers That
Mic checka checker, never hack a Story-observin'-time this time I ain't the wrecker Of brainpan, veins and there's a gameplan Grind teeth, in a small
Yo gotta bad habit But you hit it Comin' down yo block So uplifted it Showed me yo nose bone, big trick Burn up yo nose, you little maggot Close to a
like the girl janet Brotherman livin' slum, Eyes demand give me some, I crawl too for a fat cheque 'n income, Disbelief hissin', now think that I'm dizzin' Innercity, urban
Can you hold my hand now ? If you're ready and able Can you pass the quicksalt ? I feel like faintin' I got it so bad You don't know when you got it
I excel with high fidel, like an Amp, made by kenwood Droppin' bombs, wreck these comps Like only a man could Mc troll stay so small, flair go stare to
This ain't no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum nowadays
I kick the music so hard People get injuries Step to me, be a big stitch mc Lyrics I chop, kick skills like jacky chan Many props, loot, gladly pay the
Ninety minutes, got so much to say Front and forgery Fifteen minutes, but the girl wants me to stay Front and forgery Suit and tie, suit and tie becomes
My style is triple, quadruple, damage for M.C.'s I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke Human exhaust, you wanna g-get lost ? Rhymes plus Exxon