Groove Armada - Save my soul lyrics

One two About to drop this Right now for you The original suntoucher Lettin you know whats up It goes like this We about to, put it on you right here right now Let you know how it goes down This, this is what it is It's the urban organic mic mechanic Superhuman mc powers help me fly around the planet Touch the microphone device Whole countries get frantic Saving damsels in distress So young girls don't panic Putting mc's under pressure till they crack like ceramic I was taught they could float but sink like the titanic Rhymes rip through your skull Like icebergs through the hull Surive the impact and the artic cold freezes your soul I create a new style and then break the mold Compositions aren't controlled and liable to explode Like landmines my crew blow through like windchimes Make it hot like fire 200 proof like moonshine Risky, playing yourself is risky And the flows mad jazzy like Dizzy Gillespie And the sound be harmonious and deadly Like a heartbeat call me the great one like Wayne Gretzky No man can test me so why try Focus like a samurai stronger than a mai tai Or a tsunamai I mean tsunami I rock it from mtv to the bbc Radio active waves short out your tv Aliens be checking for me in the next galaxy Put it in the time capsule till the next century In a blackout use it for electricity Danger high voltage don't feed me the daily dosage I break it down mathematically 99.9 is a percentage Like clothes and fine wine the rhymes are vintage And the universal will give me strength like spinach A danish I eat it like a tofu sandwhich with cabbage Ask your girl she knows that I'm not the average n***a who claims to pull the trigger Reality's the root of the rhymes that I configure Phoney, baloney, swear they're Don Corleone But when sh** hit the fan they start crying like Baby Tony Tender like roney(?) but wish to be bad like Bobby Been there done that smashed it rockin rhymes is my hobby The crowd be like what's he on? Because I rock it from the start til the beat is gone Not in the mafia but I'm the microphone don And the words that I shoot out my mouth are teflon Jeru never touch ya microphone wrecker Leave out in the stretcher step up into my sector Try to match wits but the mental will crush ya Jeru the damaja, the suntoucher Peace Ya This is it right here Our flow gettin down