[Verse 1: Willy Wee]

Trendy Wendy, you know what I mean?

Hangin' around with the girl who's rolling up her jeans

She watches her street cred 'cause she's no dummy

Still rockin' the microphone and now she's calling me a honey

Says, "I know what I want, don't move with thugs

With house parties, hip hop, and smoking drugs."

And whoever's been the boss, she's down with 'em

She's always on time 'cause the girl got rhythm

To avoid no complications I'll give some information

About a certain location under Paddington Station

'Cause when I host my show I avoid the girl called Lola

Who's more po-po-popular than the drink they call it Coca Cola

I'm just practice posing face is shaded in black

Is dominating as my color, the massive attack

Right now I hit it, kick it, flow smooth, hit middle wicket

[Verse 2: Tricky & Willy Wee]

I take a small step now it's a giant stride

People say I'm loud, why should I hide?

Only had a small taste, so, what a waste

I'm quietly observed though it's not my space

Bottom end's heavy, you know we're never even

People call me Tricky for a particular reason

I've got you, see, and I've got to let you know

See we're rockin' in your area rock beneath your balcony

My baby just cares for me, well, that's funny

Her touch tickles especially on my tummy

Now, who's got the microphone? Now, who's honey?

[Verse 3: Daddy G & Tricky]

A turbo turbo and chant with a charge

Andy, Daddy G, Wild Bunch Crew at large

Don't call me a officer just call me a sarge

Mashing up the country planning also abroad

Plan to go to America when I get a Visa card

But gettin' a Visa card nowadays isn't hard

So, keep your ears glued, now, listen to every chord

Tokyo city's one place that we toured

Four Technic plus two mixer board

Sharper than a Wilkinson razor sword

[Verse 4: 3D & Daddy G]

When I was a child I played Subbuteo, won

My table then I graduate to Studio One

'Cause D's my nom de plume, you know, but 3's my pseudonym

And around my neck you know I wear the Sony Boodo Khan

Indigo blues, you got me in my own shoes

The people dancing in the shape for what they made, they can't lose

Yes, waxing lyrical but this time it's not satirical

It's kinda spherical so jam me in a circle

This is the miracle of the dubplate dub selection

So whether you're black, white, or halfcast in your complexion

Yes, pull out your phono plug and tuck you in your phony

It's started by Marconi, resumed by Sony

A summary of wireless history and only

By Massive Attack enorme esplosione

[Interlude: Horace Andy]

Get away with your cuss 'cause

We don't want it

Get away with your cuss 'cause

We don't like it

Eternal love, eternal love

Money, money, money

Root of all evil

Money, money, money

Root of all evil

Money, money, money

Root of all evil

Money, money, money

Root of all evil

Mash it

You hear me now?

Dry your eyes, dry your eyes

Money, money

Skylarking, oh oh

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