This ain't the down, it's the upbeat
Make it complete
So what's the story?
Guaranteed accuracy, enhanced CD
Latest technology, dots at Treble 20
Huge non-recoupable advance
May just be vigilant
I excel in both content and deliverance
So let's put on our classics
And we'll have a little dance, shall we?
No sales pitch, no media hype
No hydraulics, nice and ripe
I speak in communication in bold type
This ain't yer archetypal street sound
Scan for ultrasounds North, South, East, West
And all round and then to the underground
You say that everything sounds the same
Then you go buy them
There's no excuses my friend
Let's push things forward
They say that everything sounds the same
Then you go buy them
There's no excuses my friend
Let's push things forward
As we progress to the checkpoint
I wholeheartedly agree with yer viewpoint
But this ain't your typical Garage joint
I make points which hold significance
That ain't a bag, it's shipment
This ain't a track, it's a movement
I got the settlement
My frequencies are transient
And resonate your eardrums
I make bangers, not anthems
Leave that to the Artful Dodger
The broad shouldered 51 percent shareholder
You won't find us on Alta Vista
Cult classic, not bestseller
You're gonna need more power
Plug in the free phase and the generator
Crank it up to the gigawatts
Critics ready with the potshots, the plot thickens
Put on yer mittens for these sub-zero conditions
But remember I'm just spittin'
Remember, I'm just spittin'
Once bitten, forever smitten
You say that everything sounds the same
Then you go buy them
There's no excuses my friend
Let's push things forward
They say that everything sounds the same
Then you go buy them
There's no excuses my friend
Let's push things forward
Spilt jewels like Eastern riches
Junkie fixes
Around 'ere we say birds, not bitches
As London Bridge burns down, Brixton's burning up
Turns out your in luck
So I know this dodgy fuck in The Duck
So it's just another show flick from your local City Poet
Case you geezers don't know it
Let's Push Things Forward
It's a tall order, but we're taller
Calling all maulers, backstreet brawlers
Cornershop crawlers, victory's flawless
Love us or hate us, but don't slate us
Don't conform to formulas
Pop genres and such sharp darts, double Dutch
Parked cars, troubles a much with more Bud
Let's push things forward
You say that everything sounds the same
Then you go buy them
There's no excuses my friend
Let's push things forward
They say that everything sounds the same
Then you go buy them
There's no excuses my friend
Let's push things forward