I was surprised to find that Derek B's lyrics aren't available on the web. So, I got the bright idea to add them myself. Over time I'll be adding all of Derek B's lyrics. It wasn't until I started transcribing them that I realised there were some lyrics I couldn't make out so please if you can help:
@2:26 - So the fresh gets raided - brew at ten it's gone????
@3:34 - ???? comes over & asks me what?????
Update!
The first problem line you're looking for is "So the fridge gets raided, brew and Tennent's gone".
Thanx to Jonathan Warren.
DEREK B - BULLET FROM A GUN
My name is Q - EZQ
(Who is number one?)
I am number one.
James Bond 007 - License to Kill,
EZQ / Derek B - License to Ill!
On Her Majesty's Secret Service of Rap.
America, you're under attack!
From the crowned prince of poetry.
The Man With The Golden Mic is me.
You thought you'd never hear anybody with the gall
but EZQ & Derek B got Thunderballs!
I'll Never Say Never Say Never Again.
I'm not From Russia With Love, you see I'm from England.
I'll Live & Let you Die. Your soul will get cold.
Your body paralyzed as my rhyme unfolds.
A billion dollar brain tickin inside my head,
like Diamonds Are Forever & I've got street cred.
From the East End. Always say it loud:
Def Beat Boy, Black & Proud!
I'm a warrior like Attila the Hun,
that's why my posse call me Bullet From a Gun.
Who's number one?
(Bullet From a Gun!)
My posse having fun?
(Yeah, Bullet From a Gun!)
You're sure gonna get some.
East London Posse raving all over town.
Not invited to the party we break the door down.
Cooling with my homeboys to a real lame beat
as the girlies stand around about to fall asleep.
Sixteen strong, my posse take over.
D - on the decks, EZQ - Mic Controller.
All of a sudden the party starts to rock
to the Def Beat sounds of my Hip Hop.
The volume increases, your ears wanna bleed.
B-Boys going crazy, suckers doing speed.
Fight breaks out, place gets wrecked.
Don't bother me, boy, you'll only get decked
Out at the speed of light.
We came to party, not to fight
So the fridge gets raided - brew and Tennent's gone.
The quiet start rockin, the sensi smells strong.
Shaggin & shakin. Speakers start ta pop,
the amps overload, the party's gotta stop.
A roar from the posse with the gold around the neck,
each one against the wall with a girlie in check-
mate. The game's over & won.
We're outta here like a Bullet From a Gun.
Who's number one?
(Bullet From a Gun!)
My posse having fun?
(Yeah, Bullet From a Gun!)
You're sure gonna get some.
Who's number one?
(Bullet From a Gun!)
My posse having fun?
(Yeah, Bullet From a Gun!)
You're sure gonna get some.
Word
Take a trip to a park to see an MC battle.
Hot sunny day. Skeezers like cattle.
The E.L. Posse all over the place
like government agents - no time to waste.
Standing in the corner with my arms crossed.
Laughing at the rapper who just lost.
Sucker taken out & I guess it's kind of funny
cos he's rapping for nuttin while I'm making the money.
Nucker(?) comes over & asks me what
he has to do to get all the way to the top.
I said, "I'm a funky junky of the Hip Hop sound.
I take the shit serious, no messing around.
My rhyme's like a bull & oh so strong.
I wear the freshest clothes like Louis Vuitton.
I get to jams early, you get there late.
Then, setup cold ambush on the 808.
I'm a pro, bro and when it's time to go
I make sure I'll let the people know who's running the show.
When I'm on the mic I make sure I rock the rave.
Make the girlies go crazy - throw their panties on stage.
One more thing while you're listenin son,
make sure the rap's delivered like a Bullet From a Gun."
Who's number one?
(Bullet From a Gun!)
My posse having fun?
(Yeah, Bullet From a Gun!)
You're sure gonna get some.
That's right I am number one & I'm here to stay.
Ain't going no place, no way.
One More Time
Who's number one?
(Bullet From a Gun!)
My posse having fun?
(Yeah, Bullet From a Gun!)
You're sure gonna get some.
Yeah that sounds good to me. You like that? (Yeah!)
Ok let's chill.
