[Intro] (Check, check) (Yeah, Gazzy’s back in the arena) (Put the milk away, we’re going tropical today) (Watch out for the man with the crates!) (Let’s go!) [Verse 1] Back in the market, hood up, dodging the CCTV Looking for a taste of the island, something fruity and free I spotted a crate of that sparkling gold, tucked behind the van But I didn’t reckon on the guardian, the legendary Tropical Man He’s six-foot-four in a mesh vest, eyes like a hawk on the prey I grabbed two cans, did a side-step, and started sprinting away But his squad appeared from the shadows, leaping over the yams Doing backflips off the butcher’s block, ignoring the traffic jams! [Chorus] He’s the King of the Zest, I’m a man on the run Chased through the market under the midday sun Pineapples flying like a heavy grenade I’m ducking and diving in a neon parade! (Tropical! Tropical!) (Watch the crates!) [Verse 2] I’m hitting the pavement, trainers sparking, lungs starting to burn I ducked through a narrow alleyway, taking a sharp left turn I looked up and there’s a man on the roof, jumping gap to gap Parkour masters in tracksuits, closing the tropical trap! He reached into a basket, pulled out a fruit with a spike He hurled a durian at my head, I’ve never seen the like! I slid under a fish stall, smelling like cod and despair While the Citrus Boss did a front-flip through the thick market air! [Pre-Chorus] (He’s gaining!) (Can you hear the fizz?) (It’s getting sticky out here, man!) [Chorus] He’s the King of the Zest, I’m a man on the run Chased through the market under the midday sun Pineapples flying like a heavy grenade I’m ducking and diving in a neon parade! (Tropical! Tropical!) [Bridge] (Breakdown) I reached the end of the pier, nowhere left for me to go Just the murky river water and the rhythmic heavy flow The squad surrounded me, panting, crates held high in the fist The Boss stepped forward, cracking his knuckles, he looked properly pissed He didn’t use a blade, he didn’t use a gun or a stick He just cracked open a can of the fizz and did a magical trick The carbonation exploded, a sticky sweet tidal wave I was washed off the dock by the soda, into a watery grave! [Final Chorus] He’s the King of the Zest, I’m a man on the run Drowning in sugar under the midday sun Pineapples flying like a heavy grenade I’m sinking to the bottom in a neon parade! (Tropical! Tropical!) (Too much fizz!) [Outro] (Glub, glub, glub) (I’m sticky) (Everything is sticky) (Why is the river tasting like grapefruit and lime?) (Next time I’m just buying a water) (Gazzy’s out) (178 BPM) (Total washout)
