"My Name Is Q. Easy Q" "Who Is Number One? " "I Am Number One"
James Bond 007 Licensed To Kill Easy Q, Derek B Licensed To Ill
On Her Majesty's Secret Service Of Rap America, You're Under Attack From The Crown Prince Of Poetry The Man With The Golden Mic Is Me
You Thought You'd Never Hear Anybody With The Gall But Easy Q And Derek B Got Thunderball
I'll Never Say Never Say Never Again I'm Not Russia With Love You See I'm From England I'll Live And Let You Die Your Soul Will Get Cold Your Body Paralyzed As My Rap Unfolds
A Billion Dollar Brain Ticking Inside My Head Like Diamonds Are Forever And I've Got Street Cred
From The East End Always Say It Loud Def B-Boy Black And Proud
I'm A Warrior Like Attila The Hun That's Why My Posse Call Me Bullet From A Gun
"Who's Number One? " "Bullet From A Gun" "My Posse Having Fun? " "Yeah Bullet From A Gun" "You're Sure Gonna Get Some"
East London Posse Raving All Over Town Not Invited To The Party We Break The Door Down
Cooling With My Homeboys To A Real Lame Beat As The Girlies Stand Around About To Fall Asleep
16 Strong, My Posse Takes Over D On The Decks, Easy Q My Controller
All Of The Sudden The Party Starts To Rock To The Def Beats And Sounds Of My Hip-Hop
The Volume Increases Your Ears Wanna Bleed
B-Boys Going Crazy Suckers Doing Speed
Fight Breaks Out Place Gets Wrecked Don't Bother Me Boy You'll Only Get Decked Out At The Speed Of Light We Came To Party Not To Fight
Shuffling and Shaking Speakers Start To Pump The Amps Overload The Party's Gotta Stop
A Roar From The Posse With The Gold Around The Neck Each One Against The Wall With The Girlie In Check
Mate The Game's Over And Won We're Out Of Here Like A Bullet From A Gun
South London Chorus (x2) "Who's Number One? " "Bullet From A Gun" "My Posse Having Fun? " "Yeah Bullet From A Gun" "You're Sure Gonna Get Some"
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Take A Trip Through A Park To See An Mc Battle
Hot Sunny Day Skeezers Like Cattle
The E. L. Posse All Over The Place Like Government Agents No Time To Waste
Standing In The Corner With My Arms Crossed Laughing At The Rapper Who Just Lost
Sucker Taken Out And I Guess It's Kind Of Funny Cos He's Rapping For Nothing While I'm Making The Money
Now He Comes Over And Asks Me What He Has To Do To Get All The Way To The Top I Said, "I'm A Funky Junky Of The Hip Hop Sound I Take This Shit Serious, No Messing Around"
"My Rhyme's Like A Bull And Oh So Strong I Wear The Freshest Clothes Like Louis Vuitton"
"I Get To Jams Early You Get There Late Then Set Up Cold Ambush On The 808"
"I'm A Pro, Bro And When It's Time To Go I Make Sure I'll Let The People Know Who's Running The Show"
"When Out On The Mic I Make Sure I Rock The Night"
"Make The Girlies Go Crazy Throw Their Panties On Stage"
"One More Thing While You're Listening Son Make Sure The Rap's Delivered Like A Bullet From A Gun"
"Who's Number One? " "Bullet From A Gun" "My Posse Having Fun? " "Yeah Bullet From A Gun" "You're Sure Gonna Get Some"
That's Right I Am Number One I Ain't Going No Place No Way
One More Time
South London Chorus "Who's Number One? " "Bullet From A Gun" "My Posse Having Fun? " "Yeah Bullet From A Gun" "You're Sure Gonna Get Some"
That Sounds Right To Me Ok Let's Chill
Compositor: Derek Michael Boland (Derek B) ECAD: Obra #15005832 Fonograma #10431678