East Sands Anthem

Hop da spot, rock round da clock

U can't reach my calibre, my lyrical stamina

Magical like excliber, that's how it goes

That's the prose

And if you dunno you have to be

Uno, dos tres at least one of the best

Big up them junglist boys,

I say yes

Hyping up the crowd

All those lyrics flowing out of my mouth