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}