Lyrics Deep (Roni Size VIP) - TC

If you teef any of TC's fuckin' beats, right
We will send 'round the most murkiest murkmen from Murkton
On a Monday, which is a murky day
And we will fucking murk you, right?
We're not talkin' no normal sway back
Patrick Swayze, nice and easy, ballet dancing, lemon squeezy
Style, yeah?
We're talking murky
We're talking pea souper, we're talking fog, darkness
We're coming 'round your house
We'll murder your fish, your dog, your cat
Animal, vegetable, mineral
Listen, we'll come 'round and fuck you up
That's what I'm saying, yeah?
We ain't playing, pal
It's just a dirty little vibe, yeah?
If you fuckin' touch this fuckin' vibe mates
I'll stick your neck in
OK

Deep like Titanic, make the dance panic
That one a penny, two a penny, vibe you can't manage
Bo! Pure nasty habit, sadness I can't have it
Do your move, bust your style, raver dance rapid
Gidabiddy hiddabiddy gidabiddy beat on the flow that's so savage
Uncle TC and Mr. Jakes, that spells damage
We run things from here to trinity, oh, we damn flashy
Over breakbeat, SK, salsa or tough garage
Hip-hop, even if you're stiff dead in a carriage
True to the dead one that left with a ratchet
Wrap your head around this stuff, kid, you can't nap it
It's the rough-rugged, ever-ready raw-core classic

Deep, Titanic, make the dance panic
One a penny, two a penny, vibe you can't manage
Pure nasty habit, sadness I can't have it
Do your move, bust your style, raver dance rapid

I got vibe, I'm working so hard right now
Rolling these beats, for Mr. TC right now
'Til I got vibe (with TC, right, now-now-now)
We've got vibe (we've got vibe now, listen)
(It's still free yeah, isn't it?)

Deep, Titanic, make the dance panic
One a penny, two a penny, vibe you can't manage
Pure nasty habit, sadness I can't have it
Do your move, bust your style, raver dance rapid

Oi, TC, stop looking at them girls and do your job!