Simone - Rapper's Delight (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Rodney P] Yo! It goes hip, hop, hang on, stop You think we're going down that road blood we're not Them old-skool style, they should have never been forgot But we're looking for a future sound we can't flop Shibbidy-be-bop, we rock, yes we do The tracks the guests do, we brought our All-star crew Brought a couple' junglists and grime man too Plus we brought a couple' galdem too you know the crew Now I am Rodney P, The MC, come start the show With one spliff, one baby, yeah you know say we're ready Want a ma** of them to follow me now Somebody say U.K. we play, you know we carry the swing It ‘Riddim k**a' inside on a remix vibe, Chester P come do your t'ing [Verse 2: Chester P] Bang my chest like Tarzan of Greystoke Stress is the epitaph up on my gravestone Third kind, deep like Solomon's mines Turning tap water into bottles of wine So salute mine, crown of thorns and stigmata Trust me we don't young we live faster Sometimes I look at the moon and ask why I feel like I'm paying for a crime from a past life Grey days and dark nights surround me Found where you find me, thoughts overcrowded Poetry is fiery, fresh from the diary Sounding the sirens I crash through the boundaries Snatch your reality, slap your sub-conscious Back in response to d**h like Charles Bronson Sometimes I look at the sky and pray in hope Go sleep, wake up and I'm still in the same hell [Verse 3: Kano] K-A-N to the O Stood at the bar with a handful of dough Take my number, what's your plan for tomorrow? She can check body but she can't handle me though Must be cause I'm the man of the mo She's on it in fact she's a fan of my flow She sips spirits in fact she's down for a go Strictly Brandy, I don't handle the Mo' From the face, right down to the waist Nah I ain't gotta lie, right down to the toes She's s**y but still lets me *CENSORED* Even out on road ‘Phew!' *CENSORED* Phew! Now there's a party over here, so get that Bacardi over here And all the girls just wave your hands in the air If you're beautiful, looking for a booty call Yo, I'm the bro [Verse 4: Simone] Check it out, Yo! I'm the MC, Si-M-O-N-E and the rest if F-L-Y You see I go by the code of the Mistress of the Beats And these reasons I will tell you why I'm five foot seven with a vibe of venom It's best you tell ‘em, I rep U.K, hits I pen ‘em I'm gully underground, press CDs and sell ‘em I don't need to wear nothing, rhyming gets me attention Modern day Maid Marian, ‘Robbin' your Hood' Of anybody who thinks they can rhyme this good When I say I rep UK I'll tell you what I mean Social Security and our buses are green A systematic system of oppression, capitalist fiends Crap comprehensive schools, full H.M.Ps We chat about pound coins and G's of bite This is the UK and Tony, Mr. Blair, he ain't right [Verse 5: Yungun] Old Skool, Nu Skool, Marriot (Marriot!) Girl acts up, don't be having it (Having It!) Chat to her friend and if you carry it (Carry It!) Take her to bedroom and handle it (Boom!) Ain't no candlelit dinner romancing it Yungun's one night standing it (Standing It!) Don't get mad at it, I'm gonna keep you happy Miss Rock it til I make your whole planet shift (Whoa!) It's the Y-U-N-G-U-N and I'd like to say ‘Hello' To all the old skool fools and those who choose To wear Kangol and shell-toes (Check it out man) Now I love this track but when it came out I was minus one years old, but it's still Smashing it right, the Rapper's Delight We done yet, (Hell no!) so let's go [Verse 6: Sway] Out of the way, who's that bray coming around your way? It's Sway! Ariba Ariba! It's Sway DA-Safo from DCypha Thumpin' this beat just like it's beaver And I don't a need a Vi-eegra To get a bang like I'm eager, I'm eager to blow I wouldn't mind livin' in 1(ee)Xtra Cos I wouldn't mind givin' it anaesthesia I used to kick around cans in car parks I'm a fool but I've never done hard d** My girlfriend don't get any sleep Cos I'm always try'n'a keep her awake like Starbucks Rappers don't like me cos I'm scaring ‘em They look at me but I keep outstarin' ‘em One girl looked at me and said ‘Sway, what's your star sign?' I looked up and said I'm think I'm a Caesarian [Verse 7: J2K] You don't really want it round here I will put it right here… Ye-Ye-Yeah Speak clear and clarity, got it all here Vocals sound clear it's crisp to your ear Yeah, piercing through the tweeters, beating the speakers Your whole style is lean and dead like your sneakers Trainers or wife-beaters, whatever features The slang teacher is here to bun all the cheaters I spit litres, I spit bars I spit a bag of sh** to keep your girl in my arms Spit on your palms, remember me The one who took all your girls with the rude boy charm It's charming Marvin, them bredders look starvin' When I come out, the drout is round, keep graftin' There's no more laughin' half hearted barking Rap all you want but still them bredders ain't charting [Verse 8 Swiss] On tracks I turn from left to right angles My ankles square dance in a triangle Circles like squares, I burn the mic yeah Superb all light air, my words are right here Probably miss a few lines, most you might hear Came in the game and I chose the right year Seems like brothers wanna ghost me like ‘Where?' Make the wrong move and the toasted right there Susa Medusa, Medusa, who am I? Pierre Neal signed a new deal with E.M.I Listen to my people, Estelle said ‘free your mind' The only thing I'm pissed about is the all-seeing eye UK hip-hop, it's the re-bop-bop Yeah we be-bop, this ain't D-Block You must be blind if you can't see what we've got Swiss and 1Xtra, we've got the streets locked [Verse 9: Baby Blue] Taking it back, I had my eye to the top No one really guessed that I fell in love with hip-hop Most misunderstood ‘til the fusion started Stuck right there still and never moved apart So I locked late night Kiss, waited for One And then of course Stillmatic rotated for months Biggie's flow, 2Pac's stories Nas lyrical ability and Jay all schooled me Infected with a sickness like a cancer From the first colour screens now we talk about plasmas Standards raise and drop like the artists The best will still remain except the ones who are past it And I've gotta give up, this is the lifestyle we're living From the dance, the metaphors, the beats and the spitting Make the UK stand up wherever it takes me Always know ‘til the end, Hip Hop helped make me [Verse 10: Skibadee] Hey Yo! It's the Rappers Delight, the UK ride again I keep grabbing a mic, a zoot and a Heineken Me, Skibadee boy, what I'm on time again I keep ridin' them or climbin' them all like Spidermen It's the capital ‘S' supplying them the vitamin It ain't the size of the chest why girls got their eye on him Shining them, spit a little rap and then delighting them Find them in the back of the club, smackin' a bruv The S-K-I-B-A the D to the double E I go from manor to manor, man I've got have all the manners Deal with the manna since 9-9-3 A V.I.P. from drums and ba**es Skiba don't done til I'm touching my wages You know I been more than a couple of places I'm usually touring, checking out six in the morning [Verse 11: Luke Skys] Living my life it city, getting seduced as young kitties From the girls that's pretty, check my history, the shells miss me The Bells whiskey, get real tipsy, we all roll indeed You see, that's something I don't do when I patrol the streets I'm the ghetto spokesman all your talk is cheap You get loud and rowdy and angry The fact you ain't as cold as me, that's how it's supposed to be Cos I'm your special delivery postman I give you the news and no man couldn't give you're my views The programme, I'm just singing the blues My heart is burnt my soul is torn But Luke Skys keep holding on Crush your flow like Decepticon Play your role, hold your crotch Watch the shoes that you're stepping on Hold the torch for the best that done it S.P. all the rest are fronting, it's my time what? [Verse 12: MC D] I said UK rap, we're moving to the Rapper's Delight It's the twenty fifth year since the legendary Sugar Hill Gang stepped on the scene Making moves so the Hip Hop scene can make green Now, what you hear is not a test Crisp gal, get approached, chirp and caressed I said, bang bang, a boogie to the boogie Put the condom on the hoodie, make the honey feel good And then rock, you don't stop In the clubs we have to make that champagne pop Said I'm the MC D, with the BBC, 1Xtra in the place With a line-up designed, combined and in time Show you how real legends are made We get paid, portray, rhymes spray, that's how the crew stay One day if the play this twenty five years away (Props! Wow!)