A little bit of Henry in our lives
A little bit of Hleb down the sides
A little bit of Toure is what we need
A little bit of Theo with his speed
A little bit of Senderos in defense
A little bit of Fabregas he's immense
A little bit of Singing from the fans
A little bit of Arsene he's your man
A little bit of Rosicky he's pure class
A little bit of gallas he'll kick your ass
A little bit of Lehmann over here
A little bit of Gilberto he's no queer!!!!
A little bit of baptista cant be beat
A little bit of Robin with his quick feet
R.I.P Stevie Hyper D
Our father, who rhymes in heaven,
Hyper D thy name.
Thy kingdom come, its bass and drum,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily beats,
and forgive all the haters,
as we forgive those who hate against us,
and lead us into junglism, and deliver us from garage.
For thine is the rhythm, the bass line and the vinyl,
for ever and ever.
Amen Break!!!Junglists are you ready?â€â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€Say Lord have mercy!†What them a do, What them a talk 'bout, Jungle is forever and they can't run we out, yeah, What them a do, What them a talk 'bout, Jungle is forever and they can't run we out, To the east, to the west, to the north, to the south, Jungle is forever and they can't run we out, Stevie Hyper 'pon the microphone I run off the motor, With the bad boy DJ, right now a rinse out, Me say people a de place them have fe move them body 'bout, When you come a jungle rave, you have fe shak out, Jungle is the remedy, jungle is the antidote, In every scene you find people take dope, Me no like the way the junglist they get singled out, That man me know, strictly sensi he smoke, Ramp, me no ramp, me no skin, me no joke, What them a do, what them a talk 'bout, Jungle is forever and they can't run we out, yeah, What them a do, what them a talk 'bout, Jungle is forever and they can't run we out, yeah. What them a do, What them a talk 'bout, Jungle is forever and they can't run we out, yeah, What them a do, What them a talk 'bout, Jungle is forever and they can't run we out, yeah, Can't run we out, can't run we out, Bad bwoy in da rinse, in long leather coat, And when they get the kind of rush them man them have fe support, Let me tell you jungle music MC he's 'pon the road, Well we come like the story, That's never been told, Jungle ruff, jungle wicked, jungle wild, jungle old, Me say watch Stevie Hyper in the jungle unfold, Jungle is new school, sound system is bold, I said behold, because Hyper get cold, And me say automatic pistol, remote control, Jungle good, for your heart, and your mind and your soul, So me make you feel hot, me no make you make you feel cold, Let me tell you Stevie Hyper make the good times roll.
LEGEND R.I.P