Hip Hop Gajengi
We Got Love (Intro)

Artist: L'Entourloop
Title: Delight for Old Chicken
Lyrics by Mysticalinguist

Peaceful people.
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Welcome.

If you really think about it, we're only really fruit.
Our bodies shrivel and they, begin to lose their juice.
Take a timelapse and you'll see, that we're just a meat suit.
Hole at one to eat soup, ass to seat poop.

I'm gonna take the beat from L'entourloop,
And rap a little riddle to an attentive group.
I'm here to lift the mood, people.

Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time now...
Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time now...
Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time,
Two at a time, two at a time, two at a time,
Show me a sign.

It's real hip-hop.
It's real hip-hop.
I said, it's real hip-hop.
Listen.

We got love for the people.
We got a bit of love for the people.
We got a little bit of love, for the people.
With the words and the melodies.

One for the hip-hop...
Two for the reggae music.

Welcome, one and all, glad you could make it.
All the people in the room, can you shake it.
Don't pretend 'cause I'll know if you fake it.
If you wanna have it all, you can make it.

We got love for the innocent child,
Young and feral and fickle and wild.
We got love for the doctors and nurses,
NHS doesn't care how big your purse is.

We got a bit of love for the old timers,
Suffering with a premature blindness.
So you all better show me a sign, 'cause;
I'm giving out random acts of kindness.

We got love for the passionate artists,
From the heart, yeah I'm gonna impart this.
A bit of love for the words and the music,
The crowd and the rig, a selecter to choose it.

We got a little bit of love for the Homo,
Going in hard but I'm gonna take it slow-mo.
We got love for the man's best friend,
'Cause a dog's got your back 'til the very bitter end.

We got love for the altruistic,
For the faithless, for the mystic,
Even if you think that this is a piss take,
Stick to your guns like an old school pritt stick.

Show me the love for the people who hate you.
Show me the love for the jealous who slate you.
Show me the love for the free party people.
Police insisting what we do is illegal.

We got love for the cats and the fishies,
For the mothers at home washing dishes.
We got love for the actor and actress,
For the first world comfort of a mattress.

For those in the throes of addiction,
Can't seperate fact from fiction.
Those in the throes of the third world paradigm,
Show me a sign.

We got love for the people around,
We got love for the ragga-hop sound.
Yell it from the rooftops, bellow it loud
From the mainstream down to the underground.