Start Again - Original Mix

We've got bottle tops
 fill sonic malatovs chill
 ill sound kill off the copper tops
 eyes grillin
 not gorillas in the mist
 drum coppin a karate suit
 chillin in the bits
 And this one's bad for ya posture
 got the crowd busin' back flips
 it'll cost ya
 'cause every time ya bus it in a rave
 you got half of the capacity
 puttin' in a claim
 High calibre face cold damaja
 take over everythin
 smile for the camera
 street face rambler
 in the rave, stumblin'
 eyes dialate from you hear
 the base rumblin'
 bleep child sleep deprivate
 meditate
 hallucinate
 chill, go bed and recooperate
 And who knows when the party ends??
 Cause just when you thinks it's all DONE.
 We start again...
 Let the subs talk first...
 34 hertz with girls in short skirtz
 guys in the back
 with their eyes in their caps
 all high as a kite
 with their minds in the trap cause,
 this one's not for a
 fussy old man
 a beat
 dub-suit
 two tape decks and a casio
 but since one to cop bed sheets
 ten years ahead while's ya
 thinkin about your next tweet.
 We're so dub-plate exclusive
 You can't bring those out
 in a hallogram like Snoopface.
 Get stupid,
 get dumb,
 get braindead—
 step up in a clash
 and get the walls stained red.
 Sound killin' out here
 no chillin' cause ya dealin' w/a
 villin' out 'ere
 write off a soundboy when dem pack up
 And just when you think its all DONE...
 We start again.