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von UB40

Well, here come a different style
Scene
Just check it out
Call
This one is not on at the finish, now go deal it with ears
I like to ride up on the rhythm with the treble and the bass
Not a cotton coulda own me ′cause they
Wouldn't have a care, so don′t you hurry me
Don't rush me, me no inna no haste
Me not go chat this one too fast 'cause I no race, me a race
′Cause Sister P dey′ pon the mic, I beg you keep up the pace
I know I start with mister T, it's animal murder car chase
I′m sure you've noticed on the mic that I am in the right place
I′m gonna chat it in a style and chat it in a grace
Just eat good food, drink good wine, you know that's to my taste
Now make sure eat it, drink it all up, now make none go to waste
And who′s Jeopardy up and gone, Chris, you know him a cheat
Say that the top of the crew, Sister P, I'm a she
Say that I deal with realism, get guided by all my dream
Now raspberry coolers, you know it is my favorite ice cream


So when we step in on the dance, see, Mikey, I just clean
I am the top mic woman, that's why I′m sounding so keen
Don′t want to hear no pirate song 'cause them no inna my team
Say that me deeper level vibes are chatting, this I′m the queen
Why don't you shake a leg?
Why don′t you rock and come in?
Don't bother fighting on the dance, don′t want police on the scene
To sparkle all that polish if you love to use mister Sheen
Incredible Hulk transformation, gigantic and green
Yeah, man, you looking at him face his stares like, "You really
Mean." I like to heat up my steak, better make sure it's beat
Just add some rice, add some dumpling, but leave out the bean
Me not go restuarant, sit down and eat three course meal
Me are go chat it verbally, don't want to sign some power seal
Inna the older bench, just start speed and miss me
Who′s Robbie Boxer gambler on that program, Big Deal?
This one is live and direct so you know it′s for real
I don't respect system, don′t expect me to kneel, '
Cause Jesus Christ working miracle many man in the deal
Come on then, make out a flesh, robot make out a steel
The mic can operate like man or like man them can feel
Don′t bother mix with no informer 'cause on you they might squeal
Come in say when you have a spliff, I say you must cock it
Yeah, man, and when you have a dog, I say you must walk it
Because he might just do a number two upon your carpet
You have to get down pon your knee and then begin to clean it
While in a deep white house, said Mister Reagan and since
And when you go outside them, my launch rocket
So when I′m cutting needle just save myself nine stitch
But you won't call him, G is starring as the super bitch
You see, I'm not exactly poor but I certainly ain′t rich
I′m gonna preach it right, don't bother call me hypocrite
Don′t want hear Tony Butler, me no Jeff equity
So when we get a curly perm, yeah, minus user on kit
And if I'm forced to eat a pirate dashing down to stay fit
Just make Marauder damn them by the chair, they test me by bit
′Cause Sister P there pon the mic and I have got nothing real
Jim Davidson is police with his catchphrase picnic
Upon my wrist away I watch a does he got something
I know his story with Magnum Higgins DC and Rick
Cutlery Labor STPJ man them all make me sick
Because them never get Michael coming off political
And me assist the P upon the mic on this view
Say me are top of the chart, yeah, man, on top of the crew
So from I was a little girl say I just grew and I grew
I don't agree with secondhand ′cause I just flashy brand new
Cut that...