This is a rap attack
It goes goes rata-tat-ta-tat-ta-tat-tat-tat-tat
My cookies where choc-chip and my Stussy's were black
I chuck a wheelie on my BMX in my trackie-daks
And then I tic-tac on my blue Tony Hawks
I was king of the handball court by age 4
Before I scored the highest score on Shinobi
I was doing sword tricks and more like Kenobi
The only boney homie staying true
Watching Monkey Magic and my man Doctor Who
My crew represents all the way from the eighties
I got the funky tales the comet of Haylies
Like the old movies, Tron and Goonies,
And I used to diss my sister when she shopped at Katie's
So back up, back up
You take it too serious
Woah, you need to go and see a therapist
No, we're not your average
We are one love up and we hold the advantage
Back up, back up
You know not
Back up, back up
You hypocritical chaps
Back up, back up
You robots
You can take pot shots but we shoot you right back
Cool like KITT from Knight Rider
And mad resourceful like my man McGyver
The best tree climber of the underage minors
More hardcore than anyone recognises
Fool, yeah, you know what I mean
I'm not Mr T but I'm on the A-team
I raid the liquor cabinet until my face turned green
I eat the Nutri-Grain like a man of i-ron-
E, We have yet discovered
F, It's back to mum's liquor cupboard
G, Can my mates sleep over?
H, Hell no you won't get any shut
I, couldn't spell very good
Why? 'cause I watched too much TV
Cry, when my brother beat me
It was up with an uppercut
And down to the corner shop
So back up, back up
You take it too serious
Woah, you need to go and see a therapist
No, we're not your average
We are one love up and we hold the advantage
Back up, back up
You know not
Back up, back up
You hypocritical chaps
Back up, back up
You robots
You can take pot shots but we shoot you right back
Remember calculator watches, Volley Dunlop trainers
And before crossfaders we used Lightsabers
An angry mother run cover chew your Life Savers
She's worse then the threat of Boba Fett or Darth Vader
I had GI Joe figures and regular sugar binges
On the couch after school with the Teenage Mutant Ninja's
I used to pretend I was in the Special Forces
Hidden camo nets but now my ammo gets recorded
Yeah, my clothes on the floor, never in the clothes drawer
Raw data Salada, like a commodore 64's
I'm the Hulk with jaw, Wolverine with claws
No I'm the Human Torch full of fire from the Fantastic Four
In '84 my folks split up
So now I godda get the floor and just dope this shit up
And I wasn't really old when I was in the '80's
So I do it for the mothers and I do it for the babies
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
So back up, back up
You take it too serious
Woah, you need to go and see a therapist
No, we're not your average
We are one love up and we hold the advantage
Back up, back up
You know not
Back up, back up
You hypocritical chaps
Back up, back up
You robots
You can take pot shots but we shoot you right back