[Intro: Announcer]
This is London Calling
Here is a newsflash
The German radio has just announced
That Hitler is dead
I'll repeat that
The German radio has just announced
That Hitler is dead

[Chorus: The Three Prophets]
Bumpin’
Cruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz rollin' up to your crib
Ridin’
Bruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz drip so hard need a bib
Bumpin'
Cruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz, we ain't votin' for Bush
Ridin'
Bruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz, Plooney ate all da kush

[Verse 1: John]
It ain’t bad, chillin’ in the crib all day
With da way I roll on cash like it's heaps o’ hay
It's cold, it's hard, but I've been sold
And I’m a shard of the man I used to know
Having all this shwag doesn't fit my worldview
Always said I'd help the many, not the few
So much money I could never spend it
So much money Unreal 5 can't render it
Became the master that I promised Mike I'd kill
Used to preach like a pastor 'til my voice went shrill
They created these projects and problems and sold a solution and gave us Marshall AIDS
To prison or the projects or to hell or to Connacht
Pretending that they're guilty when a dash-cam had caught it
You vote for Fine Gael when you know they finna fail
Everybody but themselves like Jimmy Savile fuck 12
[Chorus: The Three Prophets]
Bumpin'
Cruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz rollin' up to your crib
Ridin'
Bruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz drip so hard need a bib
Bumpin'
Cruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz, we ain't votin' for Bush
Ridin'
Bruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz, Plooney ate all da kush

[Verse 2: ItsGrip]
I'm what trouble brings
Avoid they love cause it's known to snub
A black mask, a pair of OJ gloves
All we do is hump
And more than that
Then the best of luck
And when I'm done I don't give a fuck
I'm from the school of the overworked
More clocked in than clocked out
Rode to victory a different route
Poor too long, I'm not used to my own house
Student loan out
Kept me right on my grandma couch
Aim for the stars out that rifle scope
Smoke one for hope, another one
My mind doing the breaststroke, been dope
This the side hustle
Powered by the mind muscle
All of them are awful expect that? I lost you
Doing it big as I step out on faith
All roads lead the estate and a Rolls Wraith
Racks in a hidden safe, nowhere near in my place
Always happy but smiles never cross my face
It's Grip
[Chorus: The Three Prophets]
Bumpin'
Cruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz rollin' up to your crib
Ridin'
Bruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz drip so hard need a bib
Bumpin'
Cruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz, we ain't votin' for Bush
Ridin'
Bruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz, Plooney ate all da kush

[Instrumental Breakdown]

[Chorus: The Three Prophets]
Bumpin'
Cruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz rollin' up to your crib
Ridin'
Bruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz drip so hard need a bib
Bumpin'
Cruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz, we ain't votin' for Bush
Ridin'
Bruisin'
Prophetz in da projectz, Plooney ate all da kush
[Coda: Eoghan]
Pray to the God upon high
'Part from my thug tears, you won't ever see me cry
Feel my fingers bursting into flames
Wasn't put here to play Bogdan's little games
But I'm pissed off, Jake's dead
With the loaves and the fishes on the seabed
Prophets spitting straight fire like it's Pentecost
Got weapons to acquire despite the cost
You know, like a Red Ocean, I'mma split you open
Tryna head home, that's all I'm hoping

[Spoken: Gotti]
Hey, listen here, you fuckin' mooks
Just wait another 30 years, and your style's gon' age like wine
But for now I'mma send you back to the original timeline

[Outro: The Three Prophets]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back (Oh yeah!)
Take me back, take me back (Whoo!)
Take me back, take me back (Ah!)
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back