Attention, attention, all security   We have reason to believe that British rap acts    May be attempting a hostile takeover of the building      [Blade]   Synchronise watches, memorise the plans   Burn the blueprints and wear gloves on your hands   Check the walkie-talkie in case of an emergency   Execute the conspiracy, baffle the enemy   Overthrow the presidency, when it's on get me   I'll be there, don't let the residents see   Keep your eyes open for security   We'll crack the code in unity   The mission is to steal the microchips, anything audio   Recordings of our beats and our vocals, get 'em to radio stations   Patience, time will tell   Don't leak this information to acquaintances, friends or relations   The danger factor, he's a producer I'm a professional rapper   Audience attractor, enemy subtractor   The defender of the realm, rap protector   Invading your sector      [Chester P]   Security alert, we have intruders on the premises   Believed to be agents, from a militant nemesis   They must be apprehended and brought to a disclosure   If they are who we suspect, it's a hostile takeover      [Blade]   Wearing balaclavas, carrying loaded microphones   Sellotape the covers and lens of surveillance cameras   We can't afford to be caught in the act   Damage the scene with the music to see the way they react   Leaving no evidence, no fingerprints, no clues   The situation is volatile and hard to diffuse   The plan is simple, we'll meet at ten   Head in the direction of Radio One, don't apprehend   (Let's move)   The guards alert but they're slow   We had to get this to Tim so he could let the world know   It won't be long before the LP's available   I might be signed but I'm still untamable   And for now unobtainable   Caning the scene because the scene is canable   Tell 'em this felon ain't a criminal   His weapons are minimal, the approach subliminal      [Chester P]   Surveillance is down, I've lost their position   Protect the live room, they mustn't stop our transmission   This is red alert, kill on sight, these men are soldiers   Do anything you can, it's a hostile takeover      [Blade]   The security's trapped, confused by the act   Two men with balaclavas leaving him tied and gagged   Dragged into the toilet with his hands cuffed   Where his legs are now tied to the radiator   And now we memorised the way around the building   According to the maps, the plans and blueprints   Turn left out of the toilet up the stairs   Take a right, straight ahead, room 206 live on air   It's time to execute, hold the rest of 'em back   While I deliver the record into the hands of Westwood   Pull off the balaclava to reveal all   As the record rotates, he says you've got balls   I reply, yeah I know it      [Westwood]   Blade wassup, what's the deal?   You got the album, let's get the joint on and blast off for the UK   Yeah, that's hot   Damn, let's drop the bomb baby, yeah, let's go      [Chester P]   They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what?   They've taken over, they've taken over, yo, yo   They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what?   They've taken over, they've taken over, yo, yo   They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what?   They've taken over, they've taken over, yo, yo   They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what?   Mark B and Blade, it's a hostile takeover      Step aside, stand clear   Phoney entertainers   Step aside, stand clear   Dj's with no skills   Step aside, stand clear   The rest of the universe, make way for the Uk   Step aside, stand clear