The Herbaliser

The Herbaliser - Mission Improbable lyrics

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[What What]
 Woke up at 7:30 early in the morning last week
 Sun shining in my face, I wiped away the sleep
 from my eyes, from the beginning - OH SHIT, what do you know
 Two guys standin with guns at my bedroom window
 I played it cool, peeped the tools they carried in they hand
 Two three-fifty-seven Mags and one on the bedstand
 I had my, piece under the pillow cause that's just how I do
 Started to reach for it, but then I guess they knew
 One nigga started laughin and turned to his man
 He said, "I don't think that she knows about this plan"
 His man, just smiled, and nodded his head
 Aimed his gun at me and said, "Get out of the bed"
 I complied, with his wishes, bent down, to grab my slippers
 Nigga number one said, "Hey now, no funny business
 Just, do what we say and everything'll be cool
 You'll hear a lot of things today but that's the #1 rule"
 I said, "What the fuck is this shit, all about?
 We can discuss the problem and y'all, can break the fuck out"
 Nigga number one said, "That we not able to do
 but there's a tapedeck on your table with a message for you"
 It said: follow niggaz one and two's instructions carefully
 or fucked up things will happen if you dare to be
 a heroine, these orders come straight from
 the President, of the American, People
 Then the tape just stopped, I looked at my watch
 Niggaz one and two had they guns up cocked
 and said, "It's time to go, grab your things and get ready
 In thirteen minutes we all gotta be jetti, c'mon.."

 Sitting in the, back of a van, with cuffs on my hands
 Six secret service men in black, one nigga in tan
 Who's driving? For three hours, we've been riding to
 route 33, to a very small island and unloaded
 Niggaz one and, two at my side
 Number one glaring at me for the whole damn ride
 They seem to, travel in silence, express themselves in violence
 And I'm the target, shoving me back and forth
 with very very big guns
 What would you do in this situation?
 No place to run in the remote location
 Kept my patience, and stuck to the tape's advice
 Knew my crew could find me with the Negro Tracking Device
 I wasn't worried, but niggaz one and, two hurried
 They stepped, to the door, where the President was kept
 Punched in a passcode, I watched the door slide open inside
 Stood there we, and the President arose
 and my people said, "Drop the guns, hop in your van
 Get the fuck off the island or we cappin your man"
 The secret service men ran, what could they do?
 Here's a lesson - never ever fuck with me and my crew
 Check it

 * Herbaliser cuts "You on a mission? This was impossible
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Language: English

Appearing on: Very Mercenary (1999)

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