This is the #1 stylee
We run it wicked and wily
Play me the love I need to save my soul
Hold me to you before I lose control
See me on the street, call ‘murder'
Run, holler so the bass won't hurt ya
This is the number one style, no purchase
Got a billion, but it's not for sale
We rock a rhythm 'til the beat starts shaking
Whole World all listen to the sound we're making
And we keep on it 'tip the day starts breaking
We don't stop, no-one drop, we prevail
This is the #1 stylee
We run it wicked and wily
Play me the love I need to save my soul
Hold me to you before I lose control
Saw you at the bus stop crying
Said ‘ are you busy? ‘
And you said ‘ I'm trying ‘
See all these sucker MC's keep lying
Sell out the youth to make a pile of gold
But it's the mind that is a heavy weapon
That can destroy the system, teaching lessons
They try divide us
Check my confession
It's one love
One heart
No code
It never is, but we make it look so easy
We bring love, respect, spread it freely
Stone cold rhyme, temperature is falling
But the jam heats up, rock ‘em all
And
Hopping aeroplanes from Amsterdam to Tokyo
Dropping blessings, heavy presence in the barrio
Heard in the tape deck, triple soundsystem
Raise the alarm, red alert, come listen!
We come to nice up the dance
We come to nice up the dancehall …
Take a look, see what I mean
Never coming incorrect
We write the book
And fill it with savoir faire and intellect
Say woah now
Somebody call up and hit replay
DJ!
This is the #1 stylee
We run it wicked and wily
Play me the love I need to save my soul
Hold me to you before I lose control
Writer(s): Matthew Mchugh
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