Charlie's Children - Lyrics - Zilch

Hello, hello Tokyo Don't cha know we came to flow, we came to show Big funk freakers busting out your speakers Shabba's on the mic with a mad jungle fever We are the liberators, *** disintegrators Dripping our the mushikera and the Zilchi haters We are the second coming, we are the big bomb We are Charlie's children Creepy crawling on my hands and knees Like some sick sick sixties psycho, please Dominations, calibrations, sexy psycho explanations Coming through the bedroom window, offing you, felicitations The crooked smile, the hippie hate-love child Time to go Deha mata nochi hodo Deha mata nochi hodo Oh la la lala lala We're all cha cha Charlie's children Oh la la lala lala We're all cha cha Charlie's children Check it out, rising, rolling My name's Shabba Dan, I am the ragga man Check out my situation, my situation Well me a danna, me come in the place, pick up the mic and tell everyone Rude boy Shabba come from London, yeah Listen, rinsing, rolling Putting gats in my raps now my lyrics to the max You know my lyrics them fat make you damn collapse Rough ragger, sharp dagger, climb ladder Like Manson I'm madder, that's why they call me MC Shabba Shabba Little bit of mad that banged at my door Rinsing, rolling Little bit of mad that banged at my door Listen ((Missing Line)) ((Missing Line)) Got to get, to get, to get with the flavour Get a lot, a lot of love with the flavour Flavour for the raver Oh la la lala lala We're all cha cha Charlie's children Oh la la lala lala We're all cha cha Charlie's children ((Missing Line)) ((Missing Line)) Got to get, to get, to get with the flavour Get a lot, a lot of love with the flavour Flavour for the raver Oh la la lala lala We're all cha cha Charlie's children Oh la la lala lala We're all cha cha Charlie's children