[Verse 1: Rodney P]

Yo! It goes hip, hop, hang on, stop
You think we’re going down that road blood we’re not
Them old-skool style, they should have never been forgot
But we’re looking for a future sound we can’t flop
Shibbidy-be-bop, we rock, yes we do
The tracks the guests do, we brought our All-star crew
Brought a couple’ junglists and grime man too
Plus we brought a couple’ galdem too you know the crew
Now I am Rodney P, The MC, come start the show
With one spliff, one baby, yeah you know say we’re ready
Want a mass of them to follow me now
Somebody say U.K. we play, you know we carry the swing
It ‘Riddim Killa’ inside on a remix vibe, Chester P come do your t’ing

[Verse 2: Chester P]

Bang my chest like Tarzan of Greystoke
Stress is the epitaph up on my gravestone
Third kind, deep like Solomon’s mines
Turning tap water into bottles of wine
So salute mine, crown of thorns and stigmata
Trust me we don’t young we live faster
Sometimes I look at the moon and ask why
I feel like I’m paying for a crime from a past life
Grey days and dark nights surround me
Found where you find me, thoughts overcrowded
Poetry is fiery, fresh from the diary
Sounding the sirens I crash through the boundaries
Snatch your reality, slap your sub-conscious
Back in response to death like Charles Bronson
Sometimes I look at the sky and pray in hope
Go sleep, wake up and I’m still in the same hell
[Verse 3: Kano]

K-A-N to the O
Stood at the bar with a handful of dough
Take my number, what’s your plan for tomorrow?
She can check body but she can’t handle me though
Must be cause I’m the man of the mo
She’s on it in fact she’s a fan of my flow
She sips spirits in fact she’s down for a go
Strictly Brandy, I don’t handle the Mo’
From the face, right down to the waist
Nah I ain’t gotta lie, right down to the toes
She’s sexy but still lets me *CENSORED*
Even out on road ‘Phew!’ *CENSORED* Phew!
Now there’s a party over here, so get that Bacardi over here
And all the girls just wave your hands in the air
If you’re beautiful, looking for a booty call
Yo, I’m the bro

[Verse 4: Simone]

Check it out, Yo! I’m the MC, Si-M-O-N-E and the rest if F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the Mistress of the Beats
And these reasons I will tell you why
I’m five foot seven with a vibe of venom
It’s best you tell ‘em, I rep U.K, hits I pen ‘em
I’m gully underground, press CDs and sell ‘em
I don’t need to wear nothing, rhyming gets me attention
Modern day Maid Marian, ‘Robbin’ your Hood’
Of anybody who thinks they can rhyme this good
When I say I rep UK I’ll tell you what I mean
Social Security and our buses are green
A systematic system of oppression, capitalist fiends
Crap comprehensive schools, full H.M.Ps
We chat about pound coins and G’s of bite
This is the UK and Tony, Mr. Blair, he ain’t right
[Verse 5: Yungun]

Old Skool, Nu Skool, Marriot (Marriot!)
Girl acts up, don’t be having it (Having It!)
Chat to her friend and if you carry it (Carry It!)
Take her to bedroom and handle it (Boom!)
Ain’t no candlelit dinner romancing it
Yungun’s one night standing it (Standing It!)
Don’t get mad at it, I’m gonna keep you happy Miss
Rock it til I make your whole planet shift (Whoa!)
It’s the Y-U-N-G-U-N and I’d like to say ‘Hello’
To all the old skool fools and those who choose
To wear Kangol and shell-toes (Check it out man)
Now I love this track but when it came out
I was minus one years old, but it’s still
Smashing it right, the Rapper’s Delight
We done yet, (Hell no!) so let’s go

[Verse 6: Sway]

Out of the way, who’s that bray coming around your way?
It’s Sway! Ariba Ariba! It’s Sway DA-Safo from DCypha
Thumpin’ this beat just like it’s beaver
And I don’t a need a Vi-eegra
To get a bang like I’m eager, I’m eager to blow
I wouldn’t mind livin’ in 1(ee)Xtra
Cos I wouldn’t mind givin’ it anaesthesia
I used to kick around cans in car parks
I’m a fool but I’ve never done hard drugs
My girlfriend don’t get any sleep
Cos I’m always try’n’a keep her awake like Starbucks
Rappers don’t like me cos I’m scaring ‘em
They look at me but I keep outstarin’ ‘em
One girl looked at me and said ‘Sway, what’s your star sign?’
I looked up and said I’m think I’m a Caesarian
[Verse 7: J2K]

You don’t really want it round here
I will put it right here… Ye-Ye-Yeah
Speak clear and clarity, got it all here
Vocals sound clear it’s crisp to your ear
Yeah, piercing through the tweeters, beating the speakers
Your whole style is lean and dead like your sneakers
Trainers or wife-beaters, whatever features
The slang teacher is here to bun all the cheaters
I spit litres, I spit bars
I spit a bag of shit to keep your girl in my arms
Spit on your palms, remember me
The one who took all your girls with the rude boy charm
It’s charming Marvin, them bredders look starvin’
When I come out, the drout is round, keep graftin’
There’s no more laughin’ half hearted barking
Rap all you want but still them bredders ain’t charting

[Verse 8 Swiss]

On tracks I turn from left to right angles
My ankles square dance in a triangle
Circles like squares, I burn the mic yeah
Superb all light air, my words are right here
Probably miss a few lines, most you might hear
Came in the game and I chose the right year
Seems like brothers wanna ghost me like ‘Where?’
Make the wrong move and the toasted right there
Susa Medusa, Medusa, who am I?
Pierre Neal signed a new deal with E.M.I
Listen to my people, Estelle said ‘free your mind’
The only thing I’m pissed about is the all-seeing eye
UK hip-hop, it’s the re-bop-bop
Yeah we be-bop, this ain’t D-Block
You must be blind if you can’t see what we’ve got
Swiss and 1Xtra, we’ve got the streets locked

[Verse 9: Baby Blue]

Taking it back, I had my eye to the top
No one really guessed that I fell in love with hip-hop
Most misunderstood ‘til the fusion started
Stuck right there still and never moved apart
So I locked late night Kiss, waited for One
And then of course Stillmatic rotated for months
Biggie’s flow, Tupac’s stories
Nas lyrical ability and Jay all schooled me
Infected with a sickness like a cancer
From the first colour screens now we talk about plasmas
Standards raise and drop like the artists
The best will still remain except the ones who are past it
And I’ve gotta give up, this is the lifestyle we’re living
From the dance, the metaphors, the beats and the spitting
Make the UK stand up wherever it takes me
Always know ‘til the end, Hip Hop helped make me

[Verse 10: Skibadee]

Hey Yo! It’s the Rappers Delight, the UK ride again
I keep grabbing a mic, a zoot and a Heineken
Me, Skibadee boy, what I’m on time again
I keep ridin’ them or climbin’ them all like Spidermen
It’s the capital ‘S’ supplying them the vitamin
It ain’t the size of the chest why girls got their eye on him
Shining them, spit a little rap and then delighting them
Find them in the back of the club, smackin’ a bruv
The S-K-I-B-A the D to the double E
I go from manor to manor, man I’ve got have all the manners
Deal with the manna since 9-9-3
A V.I.P. from drums and basses
Skiba don’t done til I’m touching my wages
You know I been more than a couple of places
I’m usually touring, checking out six in the morning

[Verse 11: Luke Skys]
Living my life it city, getting seduced as young kitties
From the girls that’s pretty, check my history, the shells miss me
The Bells whiskey, get real tipsy, we all roll indeed
You see, that’s something I don’t do when I patrol the streets
I’m the ghetto spokesman all your talk is cheap
You get loud and rowdy and angry
The fact you ain’t as cold as me, that’s how it’s supposed to be
Cos I’m your special delivery postman
I give you the news and no man couldn’t give you’re my views
The programme, I’m just singing the blues
My heart is burnt my soul is torn
But Luke Skys keep holding on
Crush your flow like Decepticon
Play your role, hold your crotch
Watch the shoes that you’re stepping on
Hold the torch for the best that done it
S.P. all the rest are fronting, it’s my time what?

[Verse 12: MC D]

I said UK rap, we’re moving to the Rapper’s Delight
It’s the twenty fifth year since the legendary
Sugar Hill Gang stepped on the scene
Making moves so the Hip Hop scene can make green
Now, what you hear is not a test
Crisp gal, get approached, chirp and caressed
I said, bang bang, a boogie to the boogie
Put the condom on the hoodie, make the honey feel good
And then rock, you don’t stop
In the clubs we have to make that champagne pop
Said I’m the MC D, with the BBC, 1Xtra in the place
With a line-up designed, combined and in time
Show you how real legends are made
We get paid, portray, rhymes spray, that’s how the crew stay
One day if the play this twenty five years away

(Props! Wow!)