One, Two, Three, One Two Three Four

Hop on the spot, rock round the clock
You can't reach my calibre, my lyrical stamina
Magical like Excalibur, that's how it goes
That's the prose

And if you don't know you have to be
Uno, dos, tres, at least one of the best
Big up them jungalist boys, I say yes
Hyping up the crowd
All those lyrics flowing out of my mouth

One Two Three Four

Hop on the spot, rock round the clock
You can't reach my calibre, my lyrical stamina
Magical like Excalibur, that's how it goes
That's the prose

And if you don't know you have to be
Uno, dos, tres, at least one of the best
Big up them jungalist boys, I say yes
Hyping up the crowd
All those lyrics flowing out of my mouth