Chorus:. From chaos comes clarity I tell ya. What you appear to be you ought to know. Glycerin tears don't fool me I tell ya. Delusions plaguing everybody. Makin that hybrid music back in '90 now it's on ya. I hear we were the model for the band you front we spawned ya. Finding it hard to come original we warned ya. We're shakin the white boys in New York black girls in California. We come through hip-hop drum-n-bass and dancehall rhythms. You want our beats and lyrics you want to get them. Watchin you sink into the depths of opportunism. Missing the point music's about love not pessimism. I'm SA moving supreme and on my team. I rock the mic with a sweet lean. And you know that started as a fact the only DJ MC gettin down like that. Metaphorically we are the chief of police you're rock n' roll. And we're positive you stole more than just the radio. Now it's 21 and we are back in control. The jammies are coming people succumbing cuz we got the soul. Bridge:. Everyone tends to forget upon re-entry. Orbiting space quantum saints we're the only. Beginning from a planet so naturally. Gifted in the heart lies our technology. It's only right right. Entering in a space of pure delight light. Next contestant on this jam is tight. Feels spontaneous you'll improvise vise. (Chorus). Don't even try it you don't want to disrespect me. If dealing with punks was school I'd have a Harvard degree. You can't make me hate you no matter how punk you act. No matter what you do I don't react. I'm a perfect example of not giving a f--k. About the catty rude people that just suck. What do you know all of the sudden ah I usurp you. Look it up in the dictionary to find out what I do. I go back to the style I came from. It's not something you can fake son. You're a con man who's run is done. You lead a world wide web of deception. (Bridge). (Chorus).