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Attention, attention, all security |
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We have reason to believe that British rap acts |
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May be attempting a hostile takeover of the building |
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[Blade] |
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Synchronise watches, memorise the plans |
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Burn the blueprints and wear gloves on your hands |
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Check the walkie-talkie in case of an emergency |
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Execute the conspiracy, baffle the enemy |
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Overthrow the presidency, when it's on get me |
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I'll be there, don't let the residents see |
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Keep your eyes open for security |
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We'll crack the code in unity |
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The mission is to steal the microchips, anything audio |
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Recordings of our beats and our vocals, get 'em to radio stations |
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Patience, time will tell |
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Don't leak this information to acquaintances, friends or relations |
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The danger factor, he's a producer I'm a professional rapper |
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Audience attractor, enemy subtractor |
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The defender of the realm, rap protector |
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Invading your sector |
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[Chester P] |
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Security alert, we have intruders on the premises |
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Believed to be agents, from a militant nemesis |
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They must be apprehended and brought to a disclosure |
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If they are who we suspect, it's a hostile takeover |
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[Blade] |
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Wearing balaclavas, carrying loaded microphones |
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Sellotape the covers and lens of surveillance cameras |
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We can't afford to be caught in the act |
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Damage the scene with the music to see the way they react |
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Leaving no evidence, no fingerprints, no clues |
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The situation is volatile and hard to diffuse |
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The plan is simple, we'll meet at ten |
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Head in the direction of Radio One, don't apprehend |
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(Let's move) |
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The guards alert but they're slow |
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We had to get this to Tim so he could let the world know |
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It won't be long before the LP's available |
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I might be signed but I'm still untamable |
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And for now unobtainable |
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Caning the scene because the scene is canable |
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Tell 'em this felon ain't a criminal |
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His weapons are minimal, the approach subliminal |
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[Chester P] |
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Surveillance is down, I've lost their position |
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Protect the live room, they mustn't stop our transmission |
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This is red alert, kill on sight, these men are soldiers |
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Do anything you can, it's a hostile takeover |
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[Blade] |
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The security's trapped, confused by the act |
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Two men with balaclavas leaving him tied and gagged |
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Dragged into the toilet with his hands cuffed |
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Where his legs are now tied to the radiator |
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And now we memorised the way around the building |
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According to the maps, the plans and blueprints |
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Turn left out of the toilet up the stairs |
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Take a right, straight ahead, room 206 live on air |
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It's time to execute, hold the rest of 'em back |
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While I deliver the record into the hands of Westwood |
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Pull off the balaclava to reveal all |
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As the record rotates, he says you've got balls |
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I reply, yeah I know it |
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[Westwood] |
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Blade wassup, what's the deal? |
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You got the album, let's get the joint on and blast off for the UK |
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Yeah, that's hot |
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Damn, let's drop the bomb baby, yeah, let's go |
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[Chester P] |
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They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what? |
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They've taken over, they've taken over, yo, yo |
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They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what? |
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They've taken over, they've taken over, yo, yo |
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They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what? |
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They've taken over, they've taken over, yo, yo |
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They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what? |
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Mark B and Blade, it's a hostile takeover |
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Step aside, stand clear |
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Phoney entertainers |
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Step aside, stand clear |
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Dj's with no skills |
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Step aside, stand clear |
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The rest of the universe, make way for the Uk |
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Step aside, stand clear |
