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
timespan Population, real frustration - ready to bug No formation, it's really hard against streettugs So the blocks shock with rock, different from a jvc box Another sick dance
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
tax man Flex plans, leave bodybags full o' men Kick a tune like a can Scratch heads with stray cat I'm steady shapin' on these apes Plus the squad took
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
I want in Not to be down with Count me in Not to be down with Lizards' tongues licking, everything is pivoting To be on top Like constantine Ready to
I'm strictly thanos on your anus Shit is not the same as I'm powerful cosmic On drumkicks People call me famous for that I'm fat like the records from
I'm down, I'm down, I should be one of the beatles Life's a sad song, hard to tweedle deedle Just to catch a nod, be off, Bring home the bacon Humiliations
Don't keep me framed like this, yo You got me in the wrong state, wrong phase man This is just my face This not what I am Trapped like 'john' mac rebennack
your radio set, I scan Popular music gives crap jams, you've been blinded, narrow minded You know rap is big with the crowds nothing's behind it They just dance
Wake up, it's seven o'clock on the dot Got the aches To raise you need a crutch Nouriture, nurture the vulture Facin' up to mano-a-mano culture No chance
Check the pace Where you used to pick up the pace Headin' for collision like the dragrace Remember situation nowhere Some props "oh you're tops now, how
