Welcome, To the Task Force
Bitch Mob, Worldwide, Lil' B
Welcome and Enter The Task Force
[Verse 1]
Nigga this the task force are you ready to meet the lieutenant
I done hit 50 licks and the game about to jump up in it
Now its, like a scrimmage when you all up in that field
It gets real over the scrill, where them deals, them caps get peeled
Why you all up in my mouthpiece, trying to get something up out me
I done met bitches like you before, I treat them like a no no
Shouts out to bitch mob, young pretty boy killer, I see that pain up in your eye
But I chose to go out and ride, I'm holding on to that gizzon', for fizzon'
And protection, nigga tried to catch me slizippin', like the hitman out in richmond
Holla on them streets when that task force on my mind, bitch mob up on my mind
Lil' B, I'mma go out and ride, Task Force no option, pass to the back no
Quarterback option, buyin from me no quarterback option, might have to go out and drop em
Shouts out to Marvellous, Shouts out to Sacremento, I'll be smoking on that endo
Playing Nintendo, cause life's a game. In the Bay we be in a daze, of that green
And I'm all about grapes, shouts out to East Ma Ma, finna hit up KFC
Means Killing Fuckers Consistently, I'm my worst enemy, the only
One that can beat me is Lil' B, that's Literally. Task Force keep it real with me
Bitch Mob gon' kill for me, Lil' B that's the frenemy, you waiting out here for enemies
Move looking like a centipede, 740 on top of shorty, leave your ass with that 240, shotgun
With that Oh Lordy!
Bitch Mob Come Task Force Me (x3)
Finna leave that pussy dripping you bitch
[Outro]
Welcome to the task force
Hand me the bitches and hand me protection, I need protection and I need bitches - Lil' B
You have completed the first stage of task force. Now before you can rep the task force
First you have to be Based
Second thing you have to be apart of Bitch Mob
Third you have to protect Lil' B at all times
You have be one of the top commenters, top protectors
[Chester P Hackenbush (Chester P chats in the back ground then starts rapping)]
When the police pull you over (Wha Blow)
When you see a guy you know you tell 'im (Wha Blow)
When you see a pretty girl you ask (Wha Blow)
A guy you don't know wants weed (Wha Blow)
My mpc breaks down (Wha Blow)
To all my people locked in jail (Wha Blow)
To people say they wanna battle me (Wha Blow)
I listen to their style and i wonder (Wha Blow)
If a dance is dead and you've paid (Wha Blow)
If you don't get paid for a show (Wha Blow)
If your record label rips you off (Wha Blow)
You get 'em on the phone and you ask (Wha Blow)
Task Force spit slang thats straight form the soul,
I live the english life and i'm here to let you know (Wha Blow)
In britain life goes like so,
Home grown, mic skills, type flows? (Wha Blow)
[Farma Giles]
I've had enough of rappers and their dreams (Wha Blow)
I've never really known what they mean, so (Wha Blow)
I'm fed up with their schemes for the cash (Wha Blow)
When fuckers try to make me crash (Wha Blow)
It's now that i let you all know (Wha Blow)
Farma's straight up in your face like (Wha Blow)
Fuck around with the fam and it's (Wha Blow)
Task Force blow on pussy (Wha Blow)
Remember how we showed you last year (Wha Blow)
With rappers in a black hole we leaft you (Wha Blow)
Involved in my buisness unwelcome (Wha Blow)
Competetors burn when they're shown (Wha Blow)
[Chester P Hackenbush]
Spit slang thats straight from the soul,
I live the english life and i'm here to let you know (Wha Blow)
I britain life goes like so, homegrown, mic skills type flows
Some people don't seem to know (Wha Blow)
Loosing control of their mouth (Wha Blow)
When you havn't had a bite to eat (Wha Blow)
You're angry at the world ask the God's (Wha Blow)
You catch ya girl in bed with ya friend (Wha Blow)
The rich are straight robbing from the poor (Wha Blow)
When the streets burn your feets soul (Wha Blow)
Trying to survive get time (Wha Blow)
The worlds in a state and i say (Wha Blow)
When kids are killing kids then i say (Wha Blow)
I tell ya how it is when i tell ya (Wha Blow)
Home grown, mic skills, type flows (Wha Blow)
The streets (Wha Blow)
To my peeps (Wha Blow)
GB (Wha Blow)
Enemies (Wha Blow)
Strengths like these are beyond control,
These mc's will break the mould
Spiting slang thats straight form the soul
I live the english life and i'm here to let you know (Wha Blow)
In britain life goes, like so, home grown, mic skills, type flows (wha blow)
[Farma Giles]
If you crumble under that stress (Wha Blow)
I've struggled since birth and always thought (Wha Blow)
Ten years being unemployed (Wha Blow)
Big man acting like little boy (Wha Blow)
So how you beating up on a gear? (Wha Blow)
If you've only felt hate for the world? (Wha Blow)
You've only ever loved the cash flow (Wha Blow)
Now you're calling every girl a hoe (Wha Blow)
Some man's feel good in a dress (Wha Blow)
If you only talk shit to impress (Wha Blow)
When the Task Force hit's the road (It's Wha Blow)
Fuck explaining if you don't know (Wha Blow)
[Chester P Hackenbush]
To the streets (Wha Blow)
To my peeps (Wha Blow)
GB (Wha Blow)
Enemies (Wha Blow)
Strengths like these are beyond control,
[Chester P Hackenbush]
Any competition finish quick like a brody
This parocat rapper spells set backs to phonies
I mosy through my art form all cosy and warm
My cries electrocute the skies like a lightning storm
With moon child poetry, I don't rain I monsoon
And in this high noon rebellion I'm totally cartoon
This is freaky animation, man the stations
For a brain tax, tangible levels of creations
Look back from a space age history
I'm like a cosmic gypsy, from black holes to red dwarfs
I'm known for crushing pip squeaks
Who talk that familiar talk but ain't cutting it
Deeps how I cut, I beam you up to my mothership
I got time on my hands and dirt under my fingernails
[Farma Giles]
From grabbing dirty tricks and gathering street tales
Many follow the bear, I walk the ways of explorers
Some heads got bypassed trying hard to ignore us
Individ Robustus, strong solo
Moves silent on your promos
Removing sapiens from your homos
I'll derange your feelings like Silasiben fungis
Farma's hawkeye the slayer
Fork tongue destroyer
Slain the warrior, holy war sagas, rap related war starters
So get ready for your orders
The final chapter inciting flames to wrap around your stature
Mess with a decade like Thatcher in the 80s
[Chorus x2: Chester P Hackenbush]
I'm a space man type, urban cowboy perisher
Word consuming voice box leveller
I'm the vox populi plus the one man burial
MUD Fam, Bury Crew one step ahead of you
[Farma Giles]
Catch a banger word rapper explosive
Like Joseph's technicoloured coat that he posed in
I suddenly have full bloom, I rose to cris' anthems
Played by boys and girls like 'We Are The Champions'
This is my piece, a soundscape plus visual backing
I'm attacking with force in all areas that you lack in
Farma fortified aspects represents me alone
Skill packer rapper gold diction, iron bones
Body's damaged words savaged, hiding feelings in holes
My pole position left skidmarks in your ho
Tombstone sideburns, concrete hairstyles
Absorbing stone faces of statues of Farma Giles
[Chester P Hackenbush]
And you can watch us fathering a million offsprings
In this orgy of construction, who's the stud running tings?
Speaking splang that you can't dopplegang, too unique
Off time from the mouths of many minds, I speak
To those running blind in search of what I definitely own
There's no shares in what's mine so take your sorry self home
And go to work, on something you created yourself
Or go to dirt, my twelth's 'n' five, that's where my fires born
Via N5 worldwide is where I get my corn
I'm feeding from a field of form packed to the borderline
Knowing that I've got to stuff my face because we're short of time
Although there's no expiry date on none of my lyrics
They're best before the end, also known as the finish
[Farma Giles]
Operatic strangler, old English torpedo
Phantom of the street, ghost in the cathedral
Don't say you saw, no one will believe you
I creep to the sea too, rest on the shore now
I'm more lethal than a Poison Ivy French kiss or
Being next on the Reaper's list, you cease to exist
From the unseen kiss of death
Underground rappers, no more, no less
Farmacide, aside left on the stones as the waves roll in
And crash down on the unknown
Shadow, frowning at me howling at the moon
Paro, depressed by the sight of my crew
I'm the caped chameleon, watching from my hideout
There ain't nothing I can't find out, catch you out
And then it's wipeout, surfing on a pea soup tidal
With Eiffel tower vision that's stifling your mission
Suffocate your rhythm with McBane wisdom
And when you reincarnate, let's hope you stop dissing
Kill vampires sliding down your church spire
Hunchback in the choir, downfall of your empire
Admire the firework finale display,
And watch yourself decay into a place where you fade away
Admire the firework finale and look up in the sky
...and watch yourself die!
[Chorus]
We're MCs that terrorise tracks and put the pressure on
So whoever wants a battle better make sure they can run
There's no mercy from the Brothers once it's timed on
So go and seek refuge or be overcome
In the mad house rap crews crumble to the bad news
McBane battle mode blows your fuse
You choose the way to go, take a walk on the wildside
And venture to the world where we dark up mics
[Chester P Hackenbush]
You're about to feel Death's kiss
And get your name on God's guest list
Cos I'm wretched, my breath
It smells like rotten flesh
Gatekeeper of Death
From the creche to the grave
To the clouds or the flames
Be you God or Satan's slave
I drive a stake through your heart
The prince of darkness
Master witchcraft
Two newts and a carcass
The city's Blair Witch
Stalks the night with a killer's itch
Dark side lyricist
The horrors are unlimited
Sleepy Hollow horse man
Nightmares on wax
I climax on terror so don't never look back
Cos the next time you do,
It might be me that you see
Looking grim in the shadows
Reaping Death's seeds
In this field full of life
I'm the start of the end
I'm the dark in the light and
The fear in most men
Is your heart beating?
Then shall I make it stop?
Drain your batteries
Let's battle till you drop
I'm an organ merchant
And once I've set your spirit free
I sell the NHS your heart and kidneys
On the dark side
Chasing E&J; down with cyanide
Messing with the farenheits
You pussies getting burned tonight
To challenge me
Means you challenge life
So you grab a mic and battle, blood....and watch yourself die
[Chorus]
We're MCs that terrorise tracks and put the pressure on
So whoever wants a battle better make sure they can run
There's no mercy from the Brothers once it's timed on
So go and seek refuge or be overcome
In the mad house rap crews crumble to the bad news
McBane battle mode blows your fuse
You choose the way to go, take a walk on the wildside
[Verse 1: Chester P]
I'm sick of hearing people say how they got everything going bad for them
And how the world's against them and how the whole scene hates them
And how it's holding them back, boy you know what...
It weren't me
It weren't the task f.o.r.c.e
It weren't the Mud Fam, the Bury Cru or Mark B
So I run around town searching for clues
And all them people losing touch bredrens it's on you
I'm a drill a bray the Milky Way for trying to operate a scam
This is an expose resistance makes a stand
Who do you think we are some fly by night militia
Just take hold of your positions the storms about to start
And you ain't never gonna make this cos it ain't in your heart
You piss take and get taken over real sharp
I hope you followed the description of my story so far
Cos we ain't operating petty over wars and feuds
So at the end of the night bredren it's on you
It's on you bredren so what ya gonna do
Chorus
MC's it's on you
DJ's it's on you
And the man's making beats for their crews it's on you
It's on you
[Verse 2: Eno Red Rum]
For those who boost their skills with their clothes
For those who run stagnated rap flows
It's over when Eno screams Red Rum
The rhythm murderer smashing verbal rockers on drums
Practical production over flowing instruments
Desirable finales that remain your only influence
Ripped from my inputs your about to be buried
In the graveyard under moonlit cemetries
Your decision is to tearaway like delinquents
Put aside your insolance for some hard spoken militance
Dominate civilians with minus a millions
Operation get a slice of the pie and stay high
Chorus
[Verse 3: Farma G]
It's on you with no blame being thrown off the stage
It's on me when my rhymes broke down yesterday
I'm saying it's on you to accept reasoning way
It's on you includes those who love to lay the blame
I've heard rappers excuses of why they can't make it
And producers say that our rappers are shit
But it ain't down to you to give hope and new improved
It's not just on me it's not just on you
I'm saying when I pull my weight dreams start to come true
If you're wack it's on you don't blame the world for your failure
It's all down to you whats gonna make ya or break ya
It's on you bredren how longs it gonna take ya
[Verse 4: Skinnyman]
There ain't no finger to point no name to call
If anyone's to blame for our downfall it's us all
From wack MC's confused about their identities
To journalists in magazines saying you'll never cut the cheese
There's things to be considered within the industries
Of A and R's who's only concern is making the G's
Take the art form take it apart from the norm
Add their little bit of booj cos their whole plans to chartstorm
Box and MTV are best to pull up their socks
Cos fake man with all awards we're gonna knock off your blocks
So all the fake groups pulled together by those A and R's
Filling your heads with how they'll take you make ya into stars
Shooting videos with bimbos and hired out cars
Getting down with media hypenitis drinking in the plush bars
That's the promise but not your artisticness to flourish
Cos when it does they'll shelf you and say your music's rubbish
And this mud overstand bogus operation
Of the one hit wonders claim to be the latest pop sensation
Now I'm gonna do whatever I want to
To make myself follow through cos the rest is on you
It's on you to kids with those sprays on trains
Tagging mud fams name to help our shit maintain
It's on you to kids in the record shops
Keep it real and spend your money on the British hip-hop
It's on you to DJ's on rap radio's
Who play our shit on their shows to make sure everybody knows
It's on you to recognise exactly what you got
Even though you might of thought that it's not what
[Chorus]
[Outro: Chester P]
All you rappers, DJ's, producers, breakers, taggers
All the elements of Hip-Hop must strive together to be alive together
Because basically it's on all of us it ain't on one of us
It ain't on the Yankees to lead the way
It's all about the UK it's on us today
It's on you
[Outro: Farma G]
Yeah it's the Task Force
It's the Farma G and Mr Chester P Hackenbush
Eno Red Rum, Mark B
Big up to Skinnyman, Mongo, the Bury Cru
Yeah Mr Thing on the cuts and DJ Vadim
Big up Jodie Green and all mans supporting the cause
Don't put this shit on pause
This is the K'Boro shit, ninety nine lick
[Chester P]
I'm the spacemen type, chewing meteoric porridge
The asteroid arsenal's beefing up my courage
The Lunar Base burglar, sun spots burn you up
I'll be shooting stars at Mars, the planet murderer
My spaceship's flying, a red dwarf alliance
Drying up the milky ways, galactic pirates
Thugged out astronaut, my mind can't be rescued
I sniff stardust, manufactured off Neptune
I'm the cosmic gypsy, tipsy from plutonium whisky
This freaky alien from Pluto gives me
My soldiers from the Solar, roll on your rapper-dreads
Like a herd of asteroids, spaceman, magnetic space shower
- My debris clashes Jupiter
Heavyweight powers, all my forces are nuclear
So keep your cursive distance, feel when I snap
Like a Venus penis-trap, from Mercury and back
I'm known by kingpins in drug rings of Saturn
You mess with this space-fog and something's gotta happen
So grab the Southern crust if that's any constellations
Some space stations serve shit from Uranus
But they get demolished by the inter-stellar famous
Spaceman type from section that's nameless
I'm the cosmic gypsy, welcome to my kingdom
The space is my wife and these planets are my children
[Braintax]
In my capsule, blast trough, green escape pod
Floating on through the velvet robes, a sun god
Radio has gone dead I navigate past the Plough
Feel ecstatic, like "Hey mum look at me now!"
Rough course traveling, infinite space palace
Hope I'm on the face with Aurora Borealis type light shows
Diamonds where I tread on space carpet
Volcanic aeronus, brewed 'em in the Antarctic
Show me a sign, a doc for the inter-planetary flea market
Buy a frozen apple, I'll preserve for the shower when your ship gets hit
Burning up, I remember Earth, chewing on the pips
[Pip Pip Pip Pip]
Your lasers can't touch my tracking
I'm startsinct, with universal underground backing
The moonhopping massive and the cloud-steppers
Plutionians, satenights, guided by satellites
My stellar encompasses energy and mindstate
Emit solar power, O2 and gyrate
Stay adrift, oceans down before ships
Sail my galleon, caravan time-line trips
[Farma G]
Farma stargazer, inter-stellar space chase
Asteroid belt waist line, lunar man pays
Universal supernovas, guide to the galaxy
Hitchhiking time.bandit seeking ET
Sleepwalker in the starts, spirits of the skies
Astrology reborn, with Taurus by my side
I free celestial latitudes sliding down black holes
My hemisphere magic brings spaceman snow
Stardust shower, grey plough sky harvest
Satellite demolition, chicken run with a Tardis
My Starship Enterprise is inter-planetary
With big banging theories, from here to Pleiades
The summes souls countdown to be solar
The moon's in the ninth house, an old star ordes
Angular planets descending from their birthplace
In tune with the infinite, desirable skyscraper
A cosmical period, a cycle of heaven
The biology of God, I tie the ribbon in the sky
Atmospheric radiation, technological meltdown
Orbiting planets for elemental powers found
My head's buried in volumes, a space encyclopedia
Super nature creatures, Farma star healer
I watch the Autumn equinox the burn that Titan
I bathe in moonrays that feel totally enlightened
In love with the stars, seduced by the Zodiac
Spaceman type, Farma universal man
[Jehst]
Lion of the Zodiac, know me as a zoomorphic messenger
Who orbits the regular, star north of Nebula
Stormcloud dweller, moonboots stepping on the inter-stellar path
- Let a trail of the lexicon
Alphabet soup, dragon space suit sentinel
Keep off the stargate, my soul stays chemical
Old space in several places, zero gravitational fields
- The stars plough my acres
I'm weightless now, in Mother Nature's imagination
Escape the status of carbonite preservation
I occupy lunar bases and moon craters
The shield mje from meteor storms and new dangers
Cosmos, conquistador crusaders
And space age sabre-tooth tiger suit slayers
Explore the dunes, we move with the spice minors
Beside sience, black holes and white giants
Psychic neckrunners and android headhunters
Cyber punks bungee jumping off the third rock
Mixing Smirnoff with Dandelion & Burdock
Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods
- My home's a heaven
I fell back to earth where electric sheep feed on the astro turf
I surf the network, and my skin turns silver
Metallic anatomy, the space probe builder
Rainbow conceiver, I'm bleeding mercury
Caught in a timewarp, and all I see is burgundy
My fingertips glisten, gripping crystallised flowers
Red and green sparkle, marvel at the powers
Asteroid showers, inter-planetary rainfall
Brainstorm colourcharts, the cosmic paintball
The mega-blast, travel on the Battle Star Galactica
Jehst! The invalid to infiltrated Gattica
I'm the cosmic gypsy, welcome to my kingdom
The space is my wife and these planets are my children
Spaceman............
[Chester P intro]
Yo, Brothers McBane, New Mic Order containers
Y'unnerstan, founded 1995, Bury Crew, MUD Fam, Taskforce forever
[Chorus: Farma Giles]
Gale force hand glider
Lightning bungee jumps
Thunderstorm messiah
Hailstone toboggan run
Rainfall mountaineer
Blizzard downhill skier
Monsoon mountain biker
Typhoon snow boarder
We do it all this year
A new chapter's born
The Brothers McBane
Are the riders of the storm
[Chester P Hackenbush]
You see these McBane brothers
They'll throw you off a stage
For staging theatrics
We'll call your card by name
Why d'you think we're called the McBanes
Just for name sakes?
The scene will never be the same again
We'll make your brains ache
This boogaloo's good to you
But sometimes it's good to feud
And if your head's bigger than your skills
Sometimes it's good to lose
McBane's ain't the guys to choose
To battle for publicity
Tell your noise to take an interlude
From now until infinity
We love you all spiritually as people (just livin')
But we hate you as emcees
That's why we're fun killing
Those who's unwilling
To master their positions
You'll face the McBanes
And we'll change your conditions
Make sure you see the light
If not, you'll see the end
So keep up with the times
Cos it waits for no men
And if time overlaps you
These brothers will trap you
Cos we stay swinging
Like a cowboy's lassoo
You've heard me say the name
McBanes
From deep waters coming at you
To bless you with the new mic order
[Eno Red Rum]
Red Rum composer
Starlight symphony
Battling my enemies
With 25th Century rhyme flows
To blow woah
Soldier task force
Turning red like Soho
So enter to my territory
The terror breeze bringer
Batter ram smasher rap king
It's the slip stream
Spun round by my whirlwind
It's the Brothers McBane
Slay guys like slain
Poetical poison Tube trains
Through your vein
I bring immediate torture
Skid marks on your chestpiece
Force the resistance
Pull your tongue out your cheek
And fill your body with fear
So who's the best this year?
Taskforce, MUD Fam, Bury Crew ya hear!
Eno Red Rum, mad man mania
Failure fixer, pick up your slip ups
Hip hop disc flinger, Dragon stout drinker
Terrorizing mics and R&B; singers
Menacing music masked attack on your act,
Collapsed your whole detail
With a anger some track
My lyrics stay with you
It's leaving a stain
Bare faced, no shame
It's the Brothers McBane
[Farma Giles]
My slicing vocals you can't test
Make your face feel wet, put my name under trust
I'm a stainless steel edge Stanley knife, slice rate
Top ten tongue flex, break neck rap speed
The verbal stampeder, hexagon head shape
Now can you catch my angle?
Unicycle turbo, I ride with no handles
A chariot of fire burning through rhyme arenas
Remus wolf ganger, Taskforce hyenas
Lock jaw lion tamer, sentence rearranger
Left you in the 4th bar feeling like a stranger
My forcefields harvest, sky scrapes above novice
Intercepting airlines crash landed in the forest
Power tool hammer head, smithereen finale
This is the resistance Task F-O-R-C-E
Rapper bippin', Robotusin, legalize the crushing
Flower pressing pages engaged in my war games
Crazy crane deliveries, master sun shiner
Shimmers through your forecast in the form of a rhymer
Stay true fantics at it hard when our disc plays
Bare-faced, no shame, it's the Brothers McBane
[Chorus]
[Chester P Outro]
The Taskforce (the riders of the storm), the Bury Crew
(the riders of the storm)
I'd like to give some shouts out right now, some shouts out right now, seen
Linda and Aaron J big up yourselves, Gunshot,
Disorda, Blak Twang and Fallacy
Roots Manuva, Skeme, Blade and Mello and
Huntkillbury Finn and Icepick, Braintax
Max and Dave, 279 and Westwood and
All other radio DJs promoting us
Big up the Scratch Perverts and the En4cers
12 Stone, Bad Breed, Uncanny, Cane
Aspects, Double Impact, Simon Rose, Vadim,
Lewis Parker, A-Cyde, Ty & Shortee Blitz,
Deadmen, Phoebe One, Nazareen and Nebula,
MI5, Loony Boys, Montana, London Posse, Jonzi D
Deal Real record shop and all other record shops who sell the:
Mark B and K'Boro and Taskforce and MUD Fam tunes
Phi Life Cypher, all my Scotland massive
All my Edinburgh thugs, get your love on, I swear
Big up Criminal Damage crew, big up Serv and the Creators
And Intenz and all MUDlumz family
(arrest the president) [x4]
[Farma G]
In the streets, the concrete playground
bent police, the beast won't lay down
I can't escape I'm nearin breakdown
I can't sleep in london town now
no sleep, no rest for the year round
handcuffed in the back of a beef van
no joy for the kinds in the junkyard
overcome by the truth, yeah, life's hard
all scarred from a life up on row
flip the coin see what life flows
wedged in an edgy atmosphere
self-destruction now catch the Fear
awkward anguish, could not vanish
lock in a cell severely brain damaged
think of a world gone loco-loco
step in the shoes of mister miserable
left no room for the holy-holy
walk in the steps of mister moanie
tangled lifestyles, complicated
modern day life is over-rated
fuck the states, yeah, ban the bomb
arrest the president, now sing that song!
arrest the president, he's the gun-slinger
arrest the president, he's the drug dealer
arrest the president, arrest the president, (fick 'im!)
[Chester P]
arrest the president, guns are trading
he's the outlaw on these pavements
kids get puff just for misbehavin'
in the Whitehouse guns are traded
some go there cuz there's ganja blazin'
up in parliament guns are trading
some choose crime as their occupation
they sell guns to destroy ya nation
who's the criminals? where's the justice?
we don't trust no judges' judgements
on these front-lines losin patience
who protect us, from their invasions?
we protect us, holding corners
police ain't welcome across the borders
arrest the president, he's the gangster
deep in scandals, dirty bankster
why harass me? I'm just strugglin'
makin' something out of nothing
it's the system arrest the president
we're victims, the world's evidence
arrest the president, he's the gun-slinger
arrest the president, he's the drug dealer
arrest the president, arrest the president
[Farma G]
If I had longer arms I would push the clouds away
If I could climb behind your eyes to see how you saw me
I would the paint the world brightly and make the oceans see through
I would banish all vanity, we all can be beautiful
Seldom have I held a shell and heard the sea
Normally I'm woken up by the sound of the street
If only it was me, who married Mother Nature
If I could be her lover, more than ground would quake
I could be moonraker, turning stones in space
I could go to Mars and build an image of my face
If I had visions of death I would take out my eye
If only God created me with the ability to fly,
I would take my flag and fly it and stay close to the sun
One day I'll fly away because the world is gone
If I destroyed the hierarchy would it bring anarchy?
If I could level out the good and bad energies
I would strive for peace,
In all lands and tongues
In the names of royal sons and daughters born with earthly wisdom
If only I could have known TV makes you alter
Brain waves left dormant,
You'll never interfere
[Chorus]
If I had a wish I'd wish for infinite wishes
Though there's no hope in wishing if they don't come true
Childhood's got me clutching to dreams already broken
Singing, wishing and hoping stark naked in the open
[Chester P (Farma G)]
If I had a wish I'd wish myself a brighter day
If that wish came true then I'd try and wish again
If I could turn into water I'd jump into the sea
And if I became you then I would go and talk to me
If I became Time I'd wonder how long would I last?
And would the future never happen if I became the past?
If I was currency I would proudly kill myself
I seldom heard the sounds of the seaside inside a shell
(He wakes up to the streets as well)
But if only I didn't,
if only I was living in harmony with natures rhythm
And if I was a wizard I would conjure up a butterfly water lady
Then become her water baby
If I was a genius I'd invent a time machine, then go back into time
And change the way we used to be
But if I was a genius I guess I would have knew,
There's no hope in wishing if they don't come true
[Chorus]
[Eno Red Rum]
If I had a wish, I'd wish for summer all year
If I could walk around this planet with no feeling of fear
I would change the world's shape and turn the sky turquoise
I'd let you watch my whole life by looking into my eyes
My seashell's empty, no sea side memory
I wish my sleep weren't disturbed by the street
If I could be a bomb, would I self-destruct?
And if you ran out of time, would I give a fuck?
I wish MPCs were only 25p
And my music was the thing that brung entire world peace
I wish, I wish I had a wish
If I could breath underwater I would stroll with the fish
If only I had been Adam running naked through the trees
I would make the earth my garden and plant thousands of seeds
If I had been your father figure you long would have knew
Verse 1
Step out the cleaners snatch the covers off the old skool meet me in the trap baby i can sell em soul food
ha you know pats and blow you know bryn dog died kuz he slapped hiz hoe
yea im so hood i move wieght like a bench press layin with a rat im tryna stick her for her wic check
dis dat shyt im dat shyt uhh watch me goon ma dunk so v 12 huh!!
im looking for the girl have you seen her before i find the bitch i stuck ma dickies out the cleaners
grab dat wood n stuff em like sushi rolls tonight i aint cakin im jus vibin wit my groupie hoes
ha im stuck in the clutch this ma last try say goodnite and hello to the bad guy
and that be brisc im on dat shyt im feelin ma self i cant quit yeah!!!
Hook: The trap dont close and the money dont stop
when the clean run out then we boomin em raw
They screamin task force task force they tellin on nikkaz 2x Whoa!!!
Verse 2
Bitch ass nikkaz cant eat wer we eat and wen we in the club they ont be wer we be
move blocks move all dat work bitch sell dat pussy i remove dat skirt
and im back on da street tip fast money got me back on dis beef shyt...reel tawk
and yung berg pussy ass so helpless and wen he get cold i just find a way to melt him
im well respected in hallways and cuts backstreets and allies sewer drains the muck
stand up fight back nikka lets stump nikka stand for somethin dont be no chump
its funny how words can take down the ship n its funny how nikkaz bow wow and bitch ha!!
you nikkaz lucky weezy f my brotha...kuz i aint got no money..and iont see you mutha fukaz.... yeah!!!!
Hook: The trap dont close and the money dont stop
when the clean run out then we boomin em raw
They screamin task force task force they tellin on nikkaz 2x Whoa!!!
verse 3
Dat boy dat boy dat boy brisco dat boy cant leave home wit out his pistol
dat boy dat boy is somethin else dat boy is somethin fresh i mean dat boy aint got nothin else
shyt..im on da grind like early doe..early bird just say a nikka gettin early doe
early servers black card black carpet black denim dirty black bag black market
quarters halfs jugglers slabs blocks corners the jungle the ave
a nick bag make a dime mad..hey..i fuck her real good and lick work from her daddy
cross action..im two facested n i be goin too far yeah im gettin waisted
yeah pass my cup...im bout to go back up..hey hey.up!!!!!yeah!!
Hook: The trap dont close and the money dont stop
when the clean run out then we boomin em raw
