Too high too low

Feel the party hitting overflow

Like yo let's go

High time, high time to roll

A'ight kick it, for my people hittin with it

We got the rhythm decision not to miss it

Comes from deep within and grows like Western Sin

Hit the floor like a snake we're slitherin'

Below radar like a stealth invisible

Tight formation my craka's indivisible

Our physical form is warning sign

You wanna hit mans up join the back of the line

We got not much time, hell we're basically busy

Eight days a week I'm feeling Ringo Dizzy

Never see us coming we're like shadow dwellers

Jumpin out and at 'em call me Peter Sellers

A'ight fellas, hold it down

Don't get me wrong we know you're diggin' the sound

But we ain't blud, we can still be tight

Just keep my name out of your mouth and everything be a'ight

Too high too low

Feel the party hitting overflow

Like yo let's go

High time, high time to roll

Lit it up you know let's go

Fan boys everytime I hit the streets

Like a millipede I walk with a thousand feet

It's like my crew grow everytime I drop flow

Everytime I drop another rhythm there's more people that I know

They rollin' up upon me ask for my autograph

I sign that shit just playing and blinkin’ a photograpgh

They wanna hang out, they wanna get real messy

But don't you know I'm local esey

From the streets of the LDN

I'm smokin' backroll like an ODN

My craka G-Z says we're hittin' the streets

To get Mad Love for the sound of our beats

They sing those songs that we drop when we're high

Rhythmic Mystic c'mon and watch me fly

So I'ma hit the floor once more then you brothers gonna know

That when I go and drop it yo - even your Mother's at my show

 - oh my God I love this guy

 - I love his music, mm hmm

Too high too low

Feel the party hitting overflow

Like yo let's go

High time, high time to roll

Lit it up you know let's go

Here I go I'ma drop another flow

For the people with the rhythm and people in the know

We go - oh boy, keep things fresh

Soar through the sky like a military jet

And I'll be Top Gun, unsung hero of the masses

Drop as many verses as the Bible's got classes (Amen)

Man's got verbal diarrhea,

Can't stop chattin' sisters lend me an ear

As I spit mad bars 'cos I'm a mad bastard

I still keep going even tho I feel past it

Too high too low

Feel the party hitting overflow

Like yo let's go

High time, high time to roll

Lit it up you know let's go

Lit it up you know let's go

  - Borde el Mono...

(c) and (p) The Mandela Effect / Happy Millionaire Music 2017