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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sparkz
Sparkz
Vocals
The Mouse Outfit
The Mouse Outfit
Performer
Chini
Chini
Programming
Defty
Defty
Synthesizer
Pitch
Pitch
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Orr
Aaron Orr
Songwriter
Ian Garland
Ian Garland
Songwriter
Paul Hooley
Paul Hooley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chini
Chini
Producer
Pitch
Pitch
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, it be the funny brother
With the fattest of flows
Connect, slick back your neck
Slack, rock off your dome
It's poppin' off a lot, riddim'll
Get diminishing more off the top
Molotov effect as
I elect the next interject
Get into it, fill 'em up
With words, emerge victory
Turn 'em into something, frontin'
Like a don, literally
Causing me to piss myself
Viciously from laughter
After must award
These actors with a BAFTA
Fully on form
We warn you step lightly
Wreck mic with passion
Rivalling Aphrodite
It's the core rhyme scheme
Believe, we seek knowledge
More horrid when we enter and
Revent, pent up energy relent
Lend it here and we will
Show you what the real is
No pretend, real music we defend
Truth is, but that's a friend, trust
Truth is, but that's a friend
Believe
This one's done got me thinkin'
Tick tock, I'm over low flows to go
See it's much more than just for listening
Sound expand and opens soul
See some heads still got it twisted
That's why good vibes no longer show
Only going on, showing off, they witness
We bring the sweet sound, rock the show
Now more than ever
I'm in it for the music
Sound checker, check the sound
That's how we keep it lucid
The round ready, wreck a town
Steady with the moving
Lounge heavy headed now
Bevvy n' the zoot spin
Two, two, check, mic
Too gone to do this
Too much to stop
Rock the room when I prove it
Whole crowds lovin' it
Bubbling like soup in a pot
We keep it moving whether
You're moving or not
Still killin' the riddim as if I've been given a gift
Pen, pad, scribble scribble scrunch paper in the bin
More soul, write crazy
Crowd syncopated, isn't this a given when I'm on it
Bunnin' 'em with nothin' but sound
Reach out, yeah we surfacing
Certainly heard of him
The verse alone with leave him purple
We verbally hurtling across
Dimensions, journey ending with a
Pencil and a will to go on
Ticking over to the future beyond
This one's done got me thinkin'
Tick tock, I'm over low flows to go
See it's much more than just for listening
Sound expand and opens soul
See some heads still got it twisted
That's why good vibes no longer show
Only going on, showing off, they witness
We bring the sweet sound, rock the show
Written by: Aaron Orr, Ian Garland, Paul Hooley
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