(Performed by Derek B)
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To the people in the front
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and all the people in the back row
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Nice to see y'all jammin left to
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right toe to toe
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No more introductions you know
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who I am
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If you don't I couldn't really
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give a damm!
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So just slide to the glide of the
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rhyme in motion
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Or rock to the rhythm of this magic potion
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To have an opinion, not to follow a crowd,
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Brothers and sisters say it loud
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Not here to depress, only to stress
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Yes, we can all get out of this mess
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My license revoked, people think I choked,
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try to hange me with the rope, but nope,
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see I'm too dope.
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CHORUS
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Everybody
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You've gotta look up
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You've gotta
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Everybody
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Don't ever look down
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Don't let them put you down
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With a bang the bass kicks once again,
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I'll repeat myself try to tell you again
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No, not a politician or an
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obstitrician
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Just a down young man who watches and
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listens
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Weary of the system tryin to rip us off
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So they let you use drugs so your mind goes soft
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confused, amused at what the papers say
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Never get their facts straight anyway
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'cos I've lived through the night of a 1000 knives
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Watched journalistic murder with
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my damn eyes
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seen 'em make, take, break many peoples lives
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fillin up the public with nothing but lies
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Livin in a class segregated nation
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Gutter press, comicbooks, mind information
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Try to keep me quiet just sittin in the corner
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But my name is Derek B
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not Little Jack Horner.
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CHORUS x 2
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The plot thickens as the rhyme goes on
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Can you hear "woo yea" anywhere
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in this song
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Let me take a breath, let me get some space
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Hold tight let's kick in the bass,
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Out of fourth gear rhyme in to cruise,
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Lyrical language, bring you more news
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If you have no ambition, no heart, or gold
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No ambition no heart no soul
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Gotta play to win no second place
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Why do you think they call this the human race
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Don't wanna be classified or be trendy
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don't like junkfood especially Wendy's
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No ad in no mag tells me what to wear
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or for that matter what to do with my hair
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Not a hip house or hip hop just my kinda song
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delivered by the young black Capricorn.
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CHORUS
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Life is much bigger than colour and greed
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so slow down and on't feed your greed
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everyman for himself that's not the way to go
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stick together then we'll all go
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one world one colour one people as we dance
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get on the dancefloor
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now is your chance to express yourself by the way you move
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the rhyme.... ambassador here's my groove
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CHORUS x 2
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Written by D. Boland
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Produced by: NYC & Costello
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Programmed by: D. Carter & NYC & Costello
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Mixed and Engineered by Hot Black Four
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Recorded at: Matrix Studios, UK
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Mixed by Gail "Sky" King at Soundworks, New York
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Engineered by Hugy Dwyer at Soundworks, New York
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Published by Copyright Control
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You've got to look up
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Vanilla Ice |