Lelele

Lelele
Lelele
Lelele

[Verse 1: Yungun]
Let me put you in a picture
Old paint, no thinner
Middle man ain't no saint no sinner
But come and see me when I haven't ate no dinner
And I ain't so chipper, gorilla
We make sure there's no filler
My team stays on the ball with no skipper
These days I perform for those figures
Nah not those figures, (LELELE!) bigger!
I'm not starving, they pay me proper
I don't bargain, I make an offer
And they make margin
The name ain't Marvin
But I make 'em wanna, (LELELE!) holler!
It's kind of like a plug hole with no stopper
Cus you dun know we flow proper
Roman Globetrotter
Known to go off of the road
So don't bother to follow
Unless you wanna

[Hook: Yungun]
Turn it up (Turn it up!)
Bang it out (Bang it out!)
And you shout (LELELE!)
Yeah, it's kickin' off (kickin' off!)
It's going down (goin' down!)
Say it loud (LELELE!)
Yo, we beating the drum
Til the evening done
Inhale
Take it deep in your lungs
And when you let it out start speaking in tongues
Speaking in tongues (LELELE!)
Yeahh....

[Verse 2: Kashmere]
We got 'em like Enoch
On the microphone hit domes like a breeze block
Ease up, the biters wanna eavesdrop
Shake 'em off the tree-top
Got flows for the clubs and the underground maniacs
This is like drugs, I'm loving how the brain reacts
To the super scientific, who can try and mimic?
The truth is I am mystic, (LELELE!) Who is this?
The Hyperion died but I am here again
Live from the Lazarus pit, divine theorem
You're stuck in the norm, can't fuck with the form
That I'm appearing in, the Hyperion!
Got the old type wave
Me and this brother been cool since the Low Life days
It's been a long time coming
But never too late to get fresh (LELELE!)
Yes!

[Hook]
Turn it up (Turn it up!)
Bang it out (Bang it out!)
And you shout (LELELE!)
Yeah, it's kickin' off (kickin' off!)
It's going down (goin' down!)
Say it loud (LELELE!)
Yo, we beating the drum
Til the evening done
Inhale
Take it deep in your lungs
And when you let it out start speaking in tongues
Speaking in tongues (LELELE!)
Yeahh....

[Verse 3: Yungun]
Lelele-life in London, Camden's the borough
We run tings, we handle 'em thorough
Standard my brother
Flako on the beat so they bang like a mother's (Uh uh)
Rarely ever swear, not much of a cusser
Debonair breh, don't come from the gutter
But steady there, yeah
Judge by the cover and you might come a cropper (LELELE!) Sucka!
MC's should call me sire, rock 'til I retire
The deep writer who speaks fire
The mic through the wire, so hot I might do a Pryor (LELELE!) Fire!
Now you see why the name been on flyers
A few good years, like racing car tyres
Get it?, yeah I said it now raise your arms skywards (LELELE!) Nah, higher!

[Hook: Yungun]
Turn it up (Turn it up!)
Bang it out (Bang it out!)
And you shout (LELELE!)
Yeah, it's kickin' off (kickin' off!)
It's going down (goin' down!)
Say it loud (LELELE!)
Yo, we beating the drum
Til the evening done
Inhale
Take it deep in your lungs
And when you let it out start speaking in tongues
Speaking in tongues (LELELE!)
Yeahh....
(LELELE!)