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Step back Gettin in your face like we're in your arse crack 2 white boys with a message and a sack of the finest beats and a lyrical attack Its the rise of a new breed Messin up your system like we're GM weed Feel free to sit and listen to the latest intervention Have you had a revelation? Thats the motherfucking question Rest assured we're the S.U.B. You're never gonna see us in the N.M.E. Keepin it tight we're the real fuckin deal Cheap, shit and nasty like a toy in a happy meal That aint to say that we aint got skills My name's not OJ but this shit kills You're under our spell til this shit ends Leave MCs sinking like a whale in the Thames Keepin it real with the S.U.B. Last month we had a run-in with the law Since when were you not allowed to party til 4? The copper rang the bell cos he couldn't knock the door The fucking glass bit was smashed on the floor Songtexte"Right we've had a complaint about the noise Said it was coming from 2 student white boys Whilst I'm here do you mind if I quiz ya? What's the deal with the king size rizla?" We said "it's used for origami" The cop fucking bought it we were really fucking jammy We pack more heat than the army and the RAF More dangerous than a pool party at Barrymore's gaff Keepin it real with the S.U.B. Pull up to the club in a Ford Fiesta Glasgow fuckin bouncers always need to test ya Pointing out the names on the guestlist sheet Fast-track through to the VIP suite Lettin people in 5 girls at a time Sittin back, drinkin up, listening to grime It's gonna make you tingle like a finger down your spine The ladies are fine and the music's sublime So smoke up and sit back in your chair We'll leave a smile on your face like Cherie Blair We're never stoppin, bombs are droppin when its Finnie and me Journey to a new dimension with the S.U.B. Keepin it real with the S.U.B. Aus Songtexte Mania