#1 Stylee

This is the #1 stylee We run it wicked and wily Play me the love I need to save my soul Hold me to you before I lose control See me on the street, call 'murder' Run, holler so the bass won't hurt ya This is the number one style, no purchase Got a billion, but it's not for sale We rock a rhythm 'til the beat starts shaking Whole World all listen to the sound we're making And we keep on it 'tip the day starts breaking We don't stop, no-one drop, we prevail This is the #1 stylee We run it wicked and wily Play me the love I need to save my soul Hold me to you before I lose control Saw you at the bus stop crying Said ' are you busy? ' And you said ' I'm trying ' See all these sucker MC's keep lying Sell out the youth to make a pile of gold But it's the mind that is a heavy weapon That can destroy the system, teaching lessons They try divide us Check my confession It's one love One heart No code It never is, but we make it look so easy We bring love, respect, spread it freely Stone cold rhyme, temperature is falling But the jam heats up, rock 'em all And Hopping aeroplanes from Amsterdam to Tokyo Dropping blessings, heavy presence in the barrio Heard in the tape deck, triple soundsystem Raise the alarm, red alert, come listen! We come to nice up the dance We come to nice up the dancehall ... Take a look, see what I mean Never coming incorrect We write the book And fill it with savoir faire and intellect Say woah now Somebody call up and hit replay DJ! This is the #1 stylee We run it wicked and wily Play me the love I need to save my soul Hold me to you before I lose control