Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Well, the first time you heard my voice, you were rockin'
To the rhythm, your hands couldn't stop finger poppin'
To the sound of the drum and bass that kicks
When Derek B's on the decks, other DJs get licked
You don't believe me? Well, it ain't no joke
With him behind me, I'll never go broke
Because he makes those beats sweeter than honey
We record it, then rake in the money
I got thousands of rhymes inside my mind
I hit the button on recall, they're easy to find
At the show my voice booms on the PA
Other rappers shit their pants, it's the Judgment Day
We're the new crew that's come from nowhere
The crowd shouts out (Thank God they're here)
We'll capture your attention like a newsflash
And spread our sound like an infectious rash
Of def breakbeats, each and every one
Now your woppin' and boppin' to the tempo on the drum
I knew it wouldn't be long before you got into it
Yo, D (What?), show 'em how you do it

[Chorus]
(Oh yeah)
Chief rocker Derek B is a bad young brother
(Oh yeah)
Chief rocker Derek B is a bad young brother

[Verse 2]
Don't need to do no drugs, I'm on a natural high
The Lord's my shepherd, that is why
I'm odds on favorite to win this rap race
Put your money on me, boy, it's gonna be safe
An investment, a long term security
This LP's like a painting by da Vinci
A masterpiece in killer cuts and rhymes
My DJ Derek B (Yo) is my partner in crime
Nobody can cut quite like this man
Tears the roof off of every single jam
Sucker DJs run trying to escape
But the damage is done, it's just too late
All homeboys like def beats, hard breaks
And cuts that rumble like earthquakes
Fly girls scream, then they holler
We get paid in pounds, not in dollars
For our fast rhymes and old beats
You know we're London's finest kings of the street
Now that I know that you're all into it
Yo, D (Yeah?), show 'em how you do it (Alright)

[Chorus]
(Oh yeah)
Chief rocker Derek B is a bad young brother
(Oh yeah)
Chief rocker Derek B is a bad young brother
(Oh yeah)
Chief rocker Derek B is a bad young brother
(Oh yeah)
Chief rocker Derek B

[Verse 3]
Put the needle to the groove that'll make you move
With cuts like a razor, some rough, some smooth
Rap's next generation, a '90's beat boy
I ain't no imitation, I'm the real McCoy
Comin' to ya live and directly
I got honours, master's, PhD
And a Nobel Peace Prize for my rap
And Derek B's got a Grammy Award for his scratch
We dress all in black, never, ever touch crack
We wear fresh, fly Adidas, not Nike, they wack
Black 501's, Versace leather jacket
When we do any jams, we always pack it
Like royalty, we'll be around forever
Like Lennon and McCartney, we're perfect together
Like an 808 bass drum, we sound real good
The beat keeps droppin' the way it should
The 1200's are spinnin', my manager's grinnin'
My mum's so proud of me now that I am winnin'
And I know that y'all are well into it
Yo, D (What?), show 'em how you do it (Sweet)

[Chorus]
(Oh yeah)
Chief rocker Derek B is a bad young brother
(Bust the beat, oh yeah)
Chief rocker Derek B is a bad young brother
(Uh, oh yeah)
Chief rocker Derek B is a bad young brother
(Bust the beat, oh yeah)
Chief rocker, bad young brother

[Outro]
This shit's dope, huh? (Yeah)
Alright
Yo, D
Bust it, woo