Representin pt. 2 by J. Unit Lyrics
[Verse 1: Oz Mosis]
So on the eve of our departure, the end of our education
J. Unit has returned, now witness our elevation
To a higher state of being. These three emcees
Have been chosen to lead the race of man to space
You can't replace the feeling you get here on-stage
Like having multiple women in your bed on the same day
It's the strongest ecstasy an emcee can experience
My verse is cut short so my boys can make an appearance
[Verse 2: MC Adey P]
Well my eyes well up and I shed a tear
I just can't believe this is gonna be our final year
So I open my pencil case and pull out a crayon
Gonna draw a really nice picture of coffee and croissants
I really hope where we're going has meadows and flowers
Bunny-rabbits too; I could frolic for hours
Once we flew a space-ship: we got lost and crashed
We were in a mess, but we had to represent, so we landed in Bangladesh
[Hook: Oz Mosis, (MC Adey P) & {G-Magz}]
{So in our final hour, the time is near}
The ceasing of life on earth; to the atmosphere
(Send above the clouds, three Gs will rise)
J. Unit beats will part the skies
{And at the ends of the Earth, when science will fail}
Gangsta rap and R 'n' B beats prevail
(And the Earth will behold three Gs in the sky)
Silhouetted by the sun, kicking J. Unit-style
[Verse 3: G-Magz]
So now we've gone, we've been, we've done year 13
So what next then for the class of 2K10?
J. Unit are concluded and against all the odds
These three wannabes take the status of gods
Yeah, you too: you the homies of the Backwell hood
No matter where we end up, we be homies for good
So now we say farewell; Backwell school for the win
Now hurry up, Nunes: get a barrel in
[Verse 4: Oz Mosis, (MC Adey P) & {G-Magz}]
So now we come to the trade-off section of the rhyme
I pray to God that Adey P's mic's on this time
(From Detroit city to Backwell sixth form)
(I wanna shoot everybody that I've laid my eyes on)
{Yeah, these R 'n' B beats, they're a part of my soul}
{And Ozmo and Adey P, yeah, they make me whole}
So come on, put your hands up: it's time for celebration
I shaved my armpits especially for this occasion
[Hook]
['Dubstep' Interlude]
[Hook x2]
So on the eve of our departure, the end of our education
J. Unit has returned, now witness our elevation
To a higher state of being. These three emcees
Have been chosen to lead the race of man to space
You can't replace the feeling you get here on-stage
Like having multiple women in your bed on the same day
It's the strongest ecstasy an emcee can experience
My verse is cut short so my boys can make an appearance
[Verse 2: MC Adey P]
Well my eyes well up and I shed a tear
I just can't believe this is gonna be our final year
So I open my pencil case and pull out a crayon
Gonna draw a really nice picture of coffee and croissants
I really hope where we're going has meadows and flowers
Bunny-rabbits too; I could frolic for hours
Once we flew a space-ship: we got lost and crashed
We were in a mess, but we had to represent, so we landed in Bangladesh
[Hook: Oz Mosis, (MC Adey P) & {G-Magz}]
{So in our final hour, the time is near}
The ceasing of life on earth; to the atmosphere
(Send above the clouds, three Gs will rise)
J. Unit beats will part the skies
{And at the ends of the Earth, when science will fail}
Gangsta rap and R 'n' B beats prevail
(And the Earth will behold three Gs in the sky)
Silhouetted by the sun, kicking J. Unit-style
[Verse 3: G-Magz]
So now we've gone, we've been, we've done year 13
So what next then for the class of 2K10?
J. Unit are concluded and against all the odds
These three wannabes take the status of gods
Yeah, you too: you the homies of the Backwell hood
No matter where we end up, we be homies for good
So now we say farewell; Backwell school for the win
Now hurry up, Nunes: get a barrel in
[Verse 4: Oz Mosis, (MC Adey P) & {G-Magz}]
So now we come to the trade-off section of the rhyme
I pray to God that Adey P's mic's on this time
(From Detroit city to Backwell sixth form)
(I wanna shoot everybody that I've laid my eyes on)
{Yeah, these R 'n' B beats, they're a part of my soul}
{And Ozmo and Adey P, yeah, they make me whole}
So come on, put your hands up: it's time for celebration
I shaved my armpits especially for this occasion
[Hook]
['Dubstep' Interlude]
[Hook x2]