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