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Attention, attention, all security We have reason to believe that British rap acts May be attempting a hostile takeover of the building [Blade] Synchronise watches, memorise the plans Burn the blueprints and wear gloves on your hands Check the walkie-talkie in case of an emergency Execute the conspiracy, baffle the enemy Overthrow the presidency, when it's on get me I'll be there, don't let the residents see Keep your eyes open for security We'll crack the code in unity The mission is to steal the microchips, anything audio Recordings of our beats and our vocals, get 'em to radio stations Patience, time will tell Don't leak this information to acquaintances, friends or relations The danger factor, he's a producer I'm a professional rapper Audience attractor, enemy subtractor The defender of the realm, rap protector Invading your sector [Chester P] Security alert, we have intruders on the premises Believed to be agents, from a militant nemesis They must be apprehended and brought to a disclosure SongtexteIf they are who we suspect, it's a hostile takeover [Blade] Wearing balaclavas, carrying loaded microphones Sellotape the covers and lens of surveillance cameras We can't afford to be caught in the act Damage the scene with the music to see the way they react Leaving no evidence, no fingerprints, no clues The situation is volatile and hard to diffuse The plan is simple, we'll meet at ten Head in the direction of Radio One, don't apprehend (Let's move) The guards alert but they're slow We had to get this to Tim so he could let the world know It won't be long before the LP's available I might be signed but I'm still untamable And for now unobtainable Caning the scene because the scene is canable Tell 'em this felon ain't a criminal His weapons are minimal, the approach subliminal [Chester P] Surveillance is down, I've lost their position Protect the live room, they mustn't stop our transmission This is red alert, kill on sight, these men are soldiers Do anything you can, it's a hostile takeover [Blade] The security's trapped, confused by the act Two men with balaclavas leaving him tied and gagged Dragged into the toilet with his hands cuffed Where his legs are now tied to the radiator And now we memorised the way around the building According to the maps, the plans and blueprints Turn left out of the toilet up the stairs Take a right, straight ahead, room 206 live on air It's time to execute, hold the rest of 'em back While I deliver the record into the hands of Westwood Pull off the balaclava to reveal all As the record rotates, he says you've got balls I reply, yeah I know it [Westwood] Blade wassup, what's the deal? You got the album, let's get the joint on and blast off for the UK Yeah, that's hot Damn, let's drop the bomb baby, yeah, let's go [Chester P] They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what? They've taken over, they've taken over, yo, yo They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what? They've taken over, they've taken over, yo, yo They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what? They've taken over, they've taken over, yo, yo They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what? Mark B and Blade, it's a hostile takeover Step aside, stand clear Phoney entertainers Step aside, stand clear Dj's with no skills Step aside, stand clear The rest of the universe, make way for the Uk Step aside, stand clear Aus Songtexte Mania