Yeah
Plan  Its the epic rhythm, you get me! [bad word] 
More money
More cash
More flow
More dough
Even more so
Even more cash even more dough
More time to spit lines hit lines, i can spit rhymes when I spit grime [bad word]  split minds
More kick more snare more claps
More bass more synths make it more fat
More power more Bigger beats then
More speed more BPM
More people kicking back with the Jacks
On the crack with the jack knock it back two seconds flat
More people letting go if you feel my flow
Don't hold back, let it show from your head to ya
Yeah, from ya head to ya toes
Move to the beat, with ya feet, start shaking ya bones

(Verse 1)
From ya head to ya toes, move to the beat, with ya feet
I wanna see
More people in the club gettin' twist
More people spreading love when I spit
I wanna see
More people on the floor then there is
More people at the door being frisked
I wanna see
Less fights, less knives, less gats
More stacking on the floor where no-one at
More venues in the ends where it's at
More venues in the ends playin' rap
I wanna see
Less boys, less mans, less cats
More girls, more women, more gash
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
Is when we say "More"
Cos' we can never have enough
We'll always want:
 [bad word] 
More money
More cash
More flow
More dough
Even more so
Even more cash even more dough
More time to spit lines hit lines, i can spit rhymes when I spit grime [bad word]  split minds
More kick more snare more claps
More bass more synths make it more fat
More power more Bigger beats then
More speed more BPM
More people kicking back with the Jacks
On the crack with the jack knock it back two seconds flat
More people letting go if you feel my flow
Don't hold back, let it show from your head to ya
Yeah, from ya head to ya toes
Move to the beat, with ya feet, start shaking ya bones

(Verse 2)
Can't dance, just do somethin' random
All galdem
All mandem
Can't dance, just do somethin' random
All galdem
All mandem
You can't dance, just do somethin' random
All galdem
All mandem [bad word] it, nobody want's 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
Is when we say "More"
Cos' we can never have enough
 [bad word] 
More money
More cash
More flow
More dough
Even more so
Even more cash even more dough
More time to spit lines
hit lines, i can spit rhymes when I spit grime [bad word]  split minds
More kick more snare more claps
More bass more synths make it more fat
More power more Bigger beats then
More speed more BPM
More people kicking back with the Jacks
On the crack with the jack knock it back two seconds flat
More people letting go if you feel my flow
Don't hold back, let it show from your head to ya
Yeah, from ya head to ya toes
Move to the beat, with ya feet, start shaking ya bones
Yeah, from ya head to ya toes
Move to the beat, with ya feet
Yeah
Plan Epic Man