Lyrics:

Yes, back in the place once again
Ladies, check that ass once again
Who's this? The music monks once again
From the system of the temple

See the monks
Ride again
Wiggle they tongue
Wind again
Everybody
Go hype again
You better run and sing again

See the monks
Ride again
Wiggle they tongue
Wind again
Everybody
Go hype again
You better run and sing again

Wir reiten weiter denn Monks sehn sich um, können das Leid erkennen
Babylon braucht Sound, der Sound wäre tighter wenn
wir weiterhin trocken abrocken und locker weiterrennen
Während sich Gelehrte am Hype verbrennen
Denn, oh god, holy bum (bum), der Orden wär soweit (weit)
Step in-a the dancehall, boogie through the night (night)
Typen tanzen tight (tight) mit Chicks im heißen Kleid (Kleid)
Und wieder bringt Berlin die Lieder dann, wenn ihr bereit seid

See the monks
Ride again
Wiggle they tongue
Wind again
Everybody
Go hype again
You better run and sing again

See the monks
Ride again
Wiggle they tongue
Wind again
Everybody
Go hype again
Yo! Come and sing again

A-When I lie awake and a-roll in-a me bed-a
Music a-come on and cool down me head-a
Calm down me threat take me fears and me dreads-a
But if me have no power to move she go vex a little
(Hit me, beat me) a-when me low and me don't wanna-na-na
(Kick me, fit me) 'cause only you can give me stamina-wa
(Push me, whip me) A-when me stuck and me just wanna run-a
Music, you're the one and me know no need to worry-na-na

See the monks
Ride again
Wiggle they tongue
Wind again
Everybody
Go hype again
You better run and sing again

See the monks
Ride again
Wiggle they tongue
Wind again
Everybody
Go hype again
Yo! Come and sing again

Seeed, the music monks
Ooh, you love it
Seeed, the music monks
Ooh, you love it
Seeed, the music monks
Ooh, you love it
Seeed, the music monks
Ooh, you love it

This space navigates, these stars strums guitar
These drummers beat the summer, that scratch wins the match
This mix wins the chicks, these keys play to please
These horns blow storms from a-dusk 'til dawn
Sound of the recorded days
Sound of a night we face
That's what we wanna play
Sound-monks pray
Street is our monastry
We'll never be gone
We'll always set it free
You know where we come from

See the monks
Ride again
Wiggle they tongue
Wind again
Everybody
Go hype again
You better run and sing again

& Ride again
& Wind again
& Hype again

Wenn mal wieder Stress is', legt diese Scheibe auf und dann vergesst es
Ladies dancen dirty und die Gangsters shaken asses, weil's fett ist
Viele Freaks fragen nach der Genesis, der Freshness, die fresher als der ranzige Rest is