Vārdi: 311. From Chaos.

From chaos comes clarity, I tell ya
what you appear to be, you ought to know
glycerin tears don't fool me, I tell ya
delusions plaguing everybody

Makin that hybrid music back in '90 now it's on ya
I hear we we're the model for the band you front, we spawned ya
finding it hard to come original, we warned ya
we're shakin the white boys in New York, black girls in California
we come through hip-hop, drum-n-bass, and dancehall rhythms
you want our beats and lyrics, you want to get them
watchin you sink into the depths of opportunism
missing the point, music's about love not pessimism
I'm SA moving supreme and on my team
I rock the mic with a sweet lean
and you know that stated as a fact
the only DJ MC gettin' down like that
metaphorically we are the chief of police, you're rock n roll
and we're positive you stole more that just the radio
now it's 2, 1 and we are back in the control
the jammies are coming, people succumbin