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Chorus:
Everybody get up singing
1, 2, 3, 4, Five will make you get down now
(x2)

You gots to keep it real
You gots to keep it raw
I'm lyrically blessed
So don't try to ignore
Time for some action
Creeping up your back and
Keep the beat nasty
Like Janet my reaction
Hard I'm addictive
Better lock your kids in
Coming to you area
Ya don't know what you're missing
Go tell your family
Here comes the enemy
Blowing up the spot tech remedy

Chorus

Keep it moving on (x7)

I'll be the resident, president
I'm the 5th element
Jimmy fly snooka stone
Cold is how I'm
Hittin' em' better get together
Put your hands in the sky
Stick em up punk
Hit em low, hit em high
Now I'm the bad boy
That you invite for dinners
Ain't got no manners
Cos I eat with my fingers
Lost boys terrorise the neighbourhood
And hounds of the Baskerville will be up to no good
So come on, come on
Everybody keep checking us
Coming with the funk
Bring it on wickedness

Chorus

Everybody better recognise
We got the funky rhymes
Keep it together, baby
Don't even try to organise
We be the roughnecks
No concept, no business
We here to get down
And make em grab your biscuits
So everybody, anybody, somebody
Put your hands together
Represent like John Gottë
Paragraph after grammar for gas
The party's Armageddon
Hit em with the heavy class
I'm bugging
Hitting with the hooligan bamn
I know I wanna stand-up
So baby jump!

Everybody get up singing
Five will make you get down now

Chorus (x2)

Five will make you get down
Chorus:    Everybody get up singing    1, 2, 3, 4, Five will make you get down now    (x2)       You gots to keep it real    You gots to keep it raw    I'm lyrically blessed    So don't try to ignore    Time for some action    Creeping up your back and    Keep the beat nasty    Like Janet my reaction    Hard I'm addictive    Better lock your kids in    Coming to you area    Ya don't know what you're missing    Go tell your family    Here comes the enemy    Blowing up the spot tech remedy       Chorus       Keep it moving on (x7)       I'll be the resident, president    I'm the 5th element    Jimmy fly snooka stone    Cold is how I'm    Hittin' em' better get together    Put your hands in the sky    Stick em up punk    Hit em low, hit em high    Now I'm the bad boy    That you invite for dinners    Ain't got no manners    Cos I eat with my fingers    Lost boys terrorise the neighbourhood    And hounds of the Baskerville will be up to no good    So come on, come on    Everybody keep checking us    Coming with the funk    Bring it on wickedness       Chorus       Everybody better recognise    We got the funky rhymes    Keep it together, baby    Don't even try to organise    We be the roughnecks    No concept, no business    We here to get down    And make em grab your biscuits    So everybody, anybody, somebody    Put your hands together    Represent like John Gottë    Paragraph after grammar for gas    The party's Armageddon    Hit em with the heavy class    I'm bugging    Hitting with the hooligan bamn    I know I wanna stand-up    So baby jump!       Everybody get up singing    Five will make you get down now       Chorus (x2)       Five will make you get down
 
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