Knock knock, who's there?
It's Dutty Moonshine, pull up a chair
See deary, your theory's inferior
We've bought our band to destroy your interior
You know your bars are so cold
Your vibes getting old, don't need to be told
Originality is not a thing to which you have aspired
Now we're taking over this town; it's time you retired
We own what's ours and was yours
No one gave a sh*t about your ting
We're packing out floors from
Bedroom doors, to worldwide tours
Now you keep seeing our faces pinned on all your walls
We're bringing round a tour de force
Don't be elementary yes you fu*king know what for
I think it's time we topped the score
Spend every second sentence begging 'fore you hit the floor Like that, boom bap, you're down
All we hear’s that clap, this crowd
If you come back second time round
You can seek out your records in the lost and found
We're giving a new sense of living
The room sets a spinnin
No end or beginnin
It's mood liftin
The moonshine we sippin
The room starts a spinnin
A more that we sippin
Secretly you're needing this attention
It's been so fu*king long since someone's given you a mention Tension building here won't be round for long
You're territory was ours from the start of this song
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 you're gone
Knew this was ours, yeah, we've never been wrong
Non stop, yeah, we're topped with demand
It's the Dutty Moonshine Big Band
Pain, pain
See red, bring out the rage
Man get decked, kick out the way
There’s no true hype without the Sage
Us man on a hype, standard all the night Other guys wanna vibe, they’re not recognised Nope, they’re not certified
This Moonshine hype straight merk your life Overly gassed
Run up on stage with so many man Leather holsters all loaded and that
Don’t open your mouth, you don’t wanna ramp Expansions all part of the plan
In the shadow I creep in the dark with the dank Six in the chamber, spark with a bang
Tommy gun time, I’ve mastered it fam
Anybody wanna swagger which we be bringing
Best be kidding cause they don’t us when we on our mission
See we swinging for the riddem, it’s all and above the spirit
If you slippin then we kickin’ your face now let me breath
Back to the liquor that we be drinking
If you want it then we got it but make sure that you sippin
If you’re lugging then your stomach ain’t gonna handle the Russians
See we coming for you fu*kers, we bringing war to the streets
Your territory’s now our territory, our territory’s ours for keeps
If you come and ask for keys you’ll get blasted, harm and grief, yes
Play the sound! We’re taking over, you’re taken out
We’re playing for keeps, I’ll break your teeth this territory is all Sage’s for now