Yeah

Plan B

epic man riddim

-/intro-



-Chorus-

More money

More cash

More flow

More dough

Even more so

Even more cash for more dough

More tuck spit line tip lines

I can spit rhymes when I spit grime

Fuckin' glit, man

More kick more snare more claps

More bass more synths make it more fat

More power more bigger beast dem

More speed more B P M

More people kicking back with the jacks

On the crack with the jack looking back two seconds flat

More people letting go

If you feel my flow

Dont hold back

Let it show

From your head to ya

Yeah, from your head to ya toes

Move to the beat,

with ya feet,

start shaking ya bones

From your head to ya toes,

to the beat with ya feet

-/chorus-



-verse 1-

I wanna see, more people in the club getting twist more people spreading love when I spit,

I wanna see more people on the floor than there is,

more people at the door bein'frisked.

I wanna see less fights,

less knives,

less gats, 

more skankin' on the floor and all that

more venues in the ends where it's at

more venues in the ends playin' rap

I wanna see

less boys, less minds, less cats

more girls, more women, more cash

more gally who know how to act

when everything they got on show lookin' fat

I wanna see

Yeah, you know when we've had enough

It's when we say "more"

Coz' we can never have enough

we'll always want:

-/verse 1-



-Chorus-

More money

More cash

More flow

More dough

Even more so

Even more cash for more dough

More tuck spit line tip lines

I can spit rhymes when I spit grime

Fuckin' glitmants

More kick more snare more claps

More bass more synths make it more fat

More power more bigger beast dem

More speed more B P M

More people kicking back with the jacks

On the crack with the jack looking back two seconds flat

More people letting go

If you feel my flow

Dont hold back

Let it show

From your head to ya

- From your head to ya toes

Move to the beat,

with ya feet,

start shaking ya bones

Yeah, from your head to ya toes,

to the beat with ya feet start shakin ya bones

-/chorus-



-Verse 2-

Can't dance just do somethin' rhyme den

all girl dem

all mine, dem

can't dance just do somethin' rhyme den

all girl dem

all mine, dem

you can't dance, just do somethin' rhyme den

all girl dem

all mine, dem

fuck it, nobody wants to dance no more

too much murder on the dancing floor

cos' we can never have enough

we'll always want more

cos' we can never have enough

we'll always want more

and you know when we've had enough

It's when we say "MORE!"

cos' we can never have enough!

-/verse 2-



-chorus-

More money

More cash

More flow

More dough

Even more so

Even more cash for more dough

More tuck spit line tip lines

I can spit rhymes when I spit grime

Fuckin' glitmants

More kick more snare more claps

More bass more synths make it more fat

More power more bigger beast dem

More speed more B P M

More people kicking back with the jacks

On the crack with the jack looking back two seconds flat

More people letting go

If you feel my flow

Dont hold back

Let it show

From your head to ya

Yeah, from your head to ya toes

Move to the beat,

with ya feet,

start shaking ya bones

Yeah, from your head to ya toes,

to the beat with ya feet

-/chorus-



-outro-

Yeah!

Plan B!

Epic Man..

-/outro-



                          Thanks to viper for these lyrics