Zilch - Charlie's Children текст песни

Hello, hello Tokyo
Don't cha know we came to flow, we came to show
Big funk freakers busting out your speakers
Shabba's on the mic with a mad jungle fever
We are the liberators, bullshit disintegrators
Dripping our the mushikera and the Zilchi haters
We are the second coming, we are the big bomb
We are Charlie's children

Creepy crawling on my hands and knees
Like some sick sick sixties psycho, please
Dominations, calibrations, sexy psycho explanations
Coming through the bedroom window, offing you, felicitations
The crooked smile, the hippie hate-love child
Time to go
Deha mata nochi hodo
Deha mata nochi hodo

Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children
Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children

Check it out, rising, rolling
My name's Shabba Dan, I am the ragga man
Check out my situation, my situation
Well me a danna, me come in the place, pick up the mic and tell everyone
Rude boy Shabba come from London, yeah
Listen, rinsing, rolling
Putting gats in my raps now my lyrics to the max
You know my lyrics them fat make you damn collapse
Rough ragger, sharp dagger, climb ladder
Like Manson I'm madder, that's why they call me MC Shabba
Shabba

Little bit of mad that banged at my door
Rinsing, rolling
Little bit of mad that banged at my door
Listen

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Got to get, to get, to get with the flavour
Get a lot, a lot of love with the flavour
Flavour for the raver

Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children
Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children

((Missing Line))
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Got to get, to get, to get with the flavour
Get a lot, a lot of love with the flavour
Flavour for the raver

Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children
Oh la la lala lala
We're all cha cha Charlie's children