Verse 1

 I’m back again, spitting on the track again.
 I’m in this game for good, I’m never packing in.
 I’m never lacking in the skills you're slacking in.
 This year's the year that it's all happening.

 I’m in the mode, my vibes are skyrocketing.
 Shut the door; the vibes, they need locking in.
 This kid's too sick, nobody's stopping him.
 And this [bad word] that's what everyone's forgotten and

 I got a lot of talent, you ain't off balance
 And I’m gripping the game like bird talons.
 Holding the mic (yo) with a tight grip
 When the [bad word] out my thoughts straight from my lips.

 Then i deliver a sick twist of lyrics
 Never mimic or spit on real gimmicks
 This mc's just in it just to win it 
 And I’m never gonna stop
 So you better get with it.

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 [bad word] 

 Funky 4*4 beat TV screens and in the streets.
 Starting now, rainbow. Lock down, hot now. (Repeat * 3)

 Funky 4*4 beat TV screens and in the streets.
 Starting now, rainbow.
 Head rocking.

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 [bad word] 

 Head rocking.

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 Verse 2

 Don’t let the beat stop i wanna see your head rocking
 Beat’s clucking the beat boys are body popping
 The bass drops and it sounds like a tremor
 Everybody’s in the club getting their vibes together

 Hands in the sky, yo, we moving to the floor
 Leave your stress and put on your happiness at the door
 Keep it funky with the 4*4 beat from your radios TV screens 
 And in the streets

 So don't stop now dj’s got the media on lock now
 Temperature’s hot now
 'cause in the bowl there's no time to flop now
 I’mma give my all, give it everything I’ve got now
 I’m like the colours in the rainbow
 The way my white light just shines through a prism

 These are the sounds I’m spitting on the bass line
 And our waistlines intertwine with the rhythm (rhythm, 
 Rhythm, rhythm)

 Repeat [bad word] 
 Repeat verse 2
 Repeat [bad word]