Текст песни
(The grand) Undercover
(The grand) Kamanchi Sly the Rhyme Writer
Laugh when you say your style's hardcore
Just another dance track record bore
Stand back to observe the scratches outrageous
Different punctuation is coarse and contagious
Auditorium packed release my attack
On stage you realise that you're the wack
Cause then it's kill or be killed, thrill or be thrilled
And if we don't talk blood's gonna be spilled
Don't bump no junk rock a hardcore sound
I play it for my crowd and I say it loud
This young minority, the ones with no authority
Classification of Hijack is a commodity you lack
Then look at the top you see our name
Three black brothers that feel no shame to say yes
We broke up the ice to be precise
You better think twice or maybe think thrice
Before stepping onto my track you'll get beat
Whipped by the crew that's the talk of the street
So stand in the trance of my tune, it's like a fantasy
Brothers keep searching for a similar melody
Powerful words are what stands alone
And when you hear my rhymes then you'll see the soul of Hijack
The ace of the pack and much more
From here to the States and from shore to shore
Hit the wax but you got burned up
Undercover waited long while you played your best shot
He just grabbed the style of today
Supreme switch your track for your scratching phase
When I'm rocking the mic I don't fight but I just write
Make you stop and just stare, the style's there
Feeling my friction or force, cause you know it's boss
If you want a battle let's go, or get lost
Track finalised and complete and I feel sweet clauses
Designed under link with the def beat
Undercover's rocking on the jam make you say dead
Making all the suckers just scram when the jam's read
Blast opposition, attain top grades
Slaving away while you hide in the shade
Rhymes selling cause the deal is perfection