Light it up... Elephant Man in the building. Shaman... Lock di sector. Green leaf... Roots and fire... Ancient medicine... Midnight creeping through the jungle green Something moving where the moon can't see Sacred leaves and a fire burning bright Shaman wake up in the middle of the night Roll it slow, let the ritual begin Green power waiting underneath the skin One little hit and the world gets strange Two little hits and the whole thing changed Eyes get wide, hear the bassline talk Feet get heavy when the shadows walk Popeye mode, got the power in my veins Green smoke rising while the jungle rearranges One hit... Two hits... Feel that power coming alive One hit... Two hits... Something waking up inside What you got? Spinach Light it up, light it up! Turn it up, turn it up! Green power running through my veins Bassline shaking every windowpane Popeye strength, but the Shaman knows the way Deep roots burning — now we levitate Roots and fire... Higher... Roots and fire... Higher... Green... Step to the rhythm, make the ground shake Heavyweight sound, make the whole place quake No sleep, no stopping, no slowing down Green fire rising when we come around Shaman in the shadows with the roots and smoke Bass in the chest when the speaker choke One eye open, other eye gone Lost in the jungle till the break of dawn Elephant voice on the microphone Calling all the heavyweights into the zone Hands in the air when the bassline drops Green medicine rolling — make the whole place rock Three hits... Three hits... Can you feel that pressure rise? Four hits... Four hits... Now we're looking through different eyes Spinach mode Activated. Light it up, light it up! Turn it up, turn it up! Green power running through my veins Bassline shaking every windowpane Popeye strength, but the Shaman knows the way Deep roots burning — now we levitate Five hits... Five... Six hits... Six six six... six hits (six hits) Seven hits... The room starts breathing... The walls start moving... The bass starts speaking... You ready? SPINACH! Feel it... Eight hits... Eight hits... Eight hits... Popeye mode... Activated... LIGHT IT UP! LIGHT IT UP! TURN IT UP! TURN IT UP! Green power running through my veins Bassline shaking every windowpane Popeye strength, but the Shaman knows the way Deep roots burning — now we levitate Green...
