Mark Mark Baby

Mark Mark Baby, Mark Mark Baby
Alright stop, collaborate and listen
Mark Hunter's a lad with a keyboard position
Drum n' bass grabs a hold of him tightly
Playing on his synths daily and nightly
Will he ever stop? Yo - I don't know
Get him under the lights go see his show
To the extreme he rocks James like a vandal
Lights up a stage and outshines Tim like a candle

When he writes tunes, the speaker it booms
Infiltrates your brain like an insidious shroom
Deadly, when he plays a dope melody
Saying he's less than the best is a felony
Love him or leave him, you better gain way
His remix is a bullseye, the kid can play
If there was a problem, yo, he'd solve it
Check out the hook while Mark Hunter revolves it
Mark Mark Baby Baby
Chunny, Mark Mark Baby (x4)

Now that the concert is jumping
With Jim's bass kicked in, David B. is pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Mark's cooking his keys like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
He goes crazy when he hears a cymbal
And an accordian with a souped up tempo
He's on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' on the organ during 5-O
With his calm and his poise the rest can just blow

Money girlies on standby, bass turned up way-high
Mark won't stop. "Yeah" - his tunes make you cry
Keeps on spinning to the next stop
He breaks the sound barriers, rhythm's over the top
Synths in his head.

Yo - So he continues to rock the avenue
Money Girls so hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock Mark lover driving your electric keys
Jealous cause his beat's rockin past mine
Chunny Lad on stage with his synths he plays so fine
Reading, Glastonbury, Mark has a ball
Mark gets chumps dancing cause he hypnotizes them all
"Come Home" ranged out like a bell
He grabs his mouth organ and plays really well
Out To Get You calms the crowd really fast
Then Jam J helps them slam on the gas
Bumper to bumper the venue's packed
Mark's playing like a demon, volumzing the speaker stack
Chunny Lad's on the scene, you know what I mean
His karma is up, because he's such a techno fiend
If there was a problem, yo, he'd solve it
Check out the hook while the Mark Hunter revolves it
Mark Mark Baby
Chunny, Mark Mark Baby (4x)

Take heed, 'cause he's a musical poet
Manchester's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
His town, that created all the indie sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause his style's a deadly chemical spill
Feasible rhythms that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, Mark has a hell of a concept
He makes it hype and you want to step with this
Mark plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razorblade so fast, other DJ's say, "Damn"
If his keys were a drug he'd sell it by the gram
Keeps his composure when it's time to get loose
Magnitized by the synths he can't help but kick out the juice
If there was a problem, yo, he'd solve it
Check out the hook while Chunny Lad revolves it
Mark Mark Baby
Chunny Mark Mark Baby
Chunny Mark Mark Baby
Mark Mark Baby, Chunny Lad

Yo man - let's get out of here 'word to Saul Davies'

Mark Mark baby, too cold
Mark Mark baby, too cold too cold
Mark Mark baby, too cold too cold
Mark Mark baby too cold too cold