Your construction Smells of corruption I manipulate, to recreate This air, to ground saga Gotta launder, my karma I said hallelujah, to the sixteen loyal fans You're gettin' down on your muthafuckin' knees And it's time for your sickness again Come on and tell me what you need now Tell me what is making you bleed We got two more minutes and We gonna cut to what you need So one of six so tell me One do you want to live And number seven tell me Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees Tell me is it time to get down
I'm blown to the maxim Two hemispheres battlin' I'm blown to the maxim Two hemispheres battlin' Suckin' up, one last breath Take a drag of the death
Hey Mr. Policeman There's a time for getting away There's a time for driving down the mother fuckin' road And running from your ass today
Now tell me if do you agree now Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed I got a few more minutes and I'm gonna cut to what you need So one of six so tell me One do you want to live And number seven tell me Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees Tell me is it time to get down
Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize You want a revolution behind your eyes We got to get up and organize
(Columbia/Skint release:) [Come on baby tell me Yes we aim to please]
(Original Skint release:) {A new production of a new breed Leaders stand up, organise}