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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Small Hours
Small Hours
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Thompson
Ian Thompson
Composer
Neil Thompson
Neil Thompson
Composer

Songtexte

Don't let the beat stop I wanna see your head rocking Beat's clucking the beat boys are body popping The bass drops and it sounds like a tremor Everybody's in the club getting their vibes together Hands in the sky, yo, we moving to the floor Leave your stress and put on your happiness at the door Keep it funky with the 4 over 4 beat from your radios TV screens And in the streets So don't stop now DJ's got the media on lock now Temperature's hot now 'cause in the bowl there's no time to flop now I'mma give my all, give it everything I've got now I'm like the colours in the rainbow The way my white light just shines through a prism These are the sounds I'm spitting on the bass line And our waistlines intertwine with the rhythm Yeah! Trust, hot now I'm losing control right right now, yeah! Yeah! I'm back again, spitting on the track again I'm in this game for good, I'm never packing in I'm never lacking in the skills you're slacking in This year's the year that it's all happening I'm in the mode, my vibes are skyrocketing Shut the door; the vibes, they need locking in This kid's too sick, nobody's stopping him And this s*** that's what everyone's forgotten and I got a lot of talent You ain't off balance And I'm gripping the game like bird talons Holding the mic with a tight grip When the rhymes come out my thoughts straight from my lips Then I deliver a sick twist of lyrics Never mimic or spit on real gimmicks This MC's just in it just to win it And I'm never gonna stop So you better get with it Feel the beat! Feel the beat! Feel the beat! Yeah!
Writer(s): Neil Thompson, Ian Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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