Teksty: Saint Etienne. Filthy.

Rhyming as I'm coming to the top
With my back-pack of rhymes I won't stop
Every lyric flying high like a dove
As the Lord sprinkles His love on me

His assigned destiny, teaching, preaching
C'mon question me
I have the answer to the master-plan
If you can't then I can

Jumping the chins as I speak out
Wondering what it's all about
Wishing I was only a dream
And I wasn't so extreme

Gonna make you see I'm not faking it
Like all the others that be making it
Ecstatic and stating the facts
Take heed to my extracts

Following the paths of me
Eat till you fill your greed
Feeding on my knowledge like a cake
The smell of truth as I bake

Some goals you will achieve
No loss or debt to believe
believe me, I wouldn't lie
For my question I need your reply

Whatever you take from me
Whatever you say
I try to make you see
Things my way

Touch me, take my hand
Hold on tight as tight as you can
I'll be with you all the way
I'm asking you won't you stay?
It's your reality

Durbba durbba duhr
Badurbba durbba duhr
Badurbba durbba duhr
Badurbba durbba duhr

Earning respect from the crowd
As expression of my meaning comes loud
Bringing it all across
So as you know who's boss

This is not a media hype
Maybe I'm just not that type
My rhymes that'll lift you like a drug
Like a mat, I'll be your rug

Whatever that you say
I'll never turn you away
You don't know me as you are
My mind is what you have caught

Touch me, take my hand
Hold on tight, as tight as you can
I'll be with you all the way
I'm asking you, won't you stay?
It's your reality

Durbba durbba duhr
Badurbba durbba duhr
Badurbba durbba duhr
Badurbba durbba duhr