Herbaliser Mission Improbable Lyrics

Mission Improbable Lyrics

featuring What What  

  

 [What What]  

 Woke up at 7:30 early in the morning last week  

 Sun shining in my face, I wiped away the sleep  

 from my eyes, from the beginning - OH SHIT, what do you know  

 Two guys standin with guns at my bedroom window  

 I played it cool, peeped the tools they carried in they hand  

 Two three-fifty-seven Mags and one on the bedstand  

 I had my, piece under the pillow cause that's just how I do  

 Started to reach for it, but then I guess they knew  

 One nigga started laughin and turned to his man  

 He said, "I don't think that she knows about this plan"  

 His man, just smiled, and nodded his head  

 Aimed his gun at me and said, "Get out of the bed"  

 I complied, with his wishes, bent down, to grab my slippers  

 Nigga number one said, "Hey now, no funny business  

 Just, do what we say and everything'll be cool  

 You'll hear a lot of things today but that's the #1 rule"  

 I said, "What the fuck is this shit, all about?  

 We can discuss the problem and y'all, can break the fuck out"  

 Nigga number one said, "That we not able to do  

 but there's a tapedeck on your table with a message for you"  

 It said: follow niggaz one and two's instructions carefully  

 or fucked up things will happen if you dare to be  

 a heroine, these orders come straight from  

 the President, of the American, People  

 Then the tape just stopped, I looked at my watch  

 Niggaz one and two had they guns up cocked  

 and said, "It's time to go, grab your things and get ready  

 In thirteen minutes we all gotta be jetti, c'mon.."  

  

 Sitting in the, back of a van, with cuffs on my hands  

 Six secret service men in black, one nigga in tan  

 Who's driving? For three hours, we've been riding to  

 route 33, to a very small island and unloaded  

 Niggaz one and, two at my side  

 Number one glaring at me for the whole damn ride  

 They seem to, travel in silence, express themselves in violence  

 And I'm the target, shoving me back and forth  

 with very very big guns  

 What would you do in this situation?  

 No place to run in the remote location  

 Kept my patience, and stuck to the tape's advice  

 Knew my crew could find me with the Negro Tracking Device  

 I wasn't worried, but niggaz one and, two hurried  

 They stepped, to the door, where the President was kept  

 Punched in a passcode, I watched the door slide open inside  

 Stood there we, and the President arose  

 and my people said, "Drop the guns, hop in your van  

 Get the fuck off the island or we cappin your man"  

 The secret service men ran, what could they do?  

 Here's a lesson - never ever fuck with me and my crew  

 Check it  

  

 * Herbaliser cuts "You on a mission? This was impossible