Don Johnson Big Band Two Reasons
I don't purport to be something i am not, if you supporting me But if you taunting me, you're not even in the orbit we Inhabit, parameters in order, we the static In your quarters, either that or it's panic, disorderly Emphatic mode of passion, i storm a beat and never cash in Treat the microphone accordingly Waiting is fine, i'm waiting in line delayed i get hot We came to get live and stay to get high, no way to get stopped Whip the chord and leave, lashes on your back, in fact, mortally Wounded mc's will feel the power of authority And just the thought of me will leave your paralysed with terror Wear a helmet for protection, the falling beat Is not an error, we drop it to endeavour And there's more to me than clever word maneuvering We do this for the need of those Who understand but can't afford to read I give a call to e, let's run it, cause we was born to be
Two reasons to live on planet earth See you fighting for a third makes me wonder can it work Well i got that same number but i'm getting mad impatient They wanted me to rock the show but didn't want to pay shit
Just two reasons to live on planet earth See you fighting for a third makes me wonder can it work I think i got that same number but i'm getting mad impatient They wanted me to rock the show
Eh yo i'm back in the bus-iz-ness, check the way i lace the B-iz-eat, my sh-iziz-nit bring you a taste of the str-ez-eet All the listeners check your physique i'm about to make you Jump, window window, what was sticking to your bumper The unbelievable miss outta hell's kitchen Tails twitchin, i switch into position and start bitchin' f..ck rockin' under with a hammer and a sickle See the sweat-trickle-down effect and select A new million dollar grin then cool grill you bout a sin It's aggravated mic murder go again And what you beginning? my word against yours This could be the final battle don't look in my eyes Unless you know you got your saddle tied up I light up to complete what you beginning
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I'm your father, start a riot in your section The e double m is jazzin' up your section The camel lead 'em freedom fighting in your section And punk is one kiss away from your section Got the a-l-f-o-n-s-o in your section And got another mad piano flow in your section
First i cut it to the left, then i boogie to the right What? cut it to the left, then i boogie to the right Rocking heads down uptown saturday night And hope they never catch me running from a battle, we fight That's right, lesson number 1 in setting microphones ablaze Or a 2nd hand move into a 3rd phase 4 is my favorite number when it's followed by another Huh? i'm rocking this for the 5 percent, brother But there's 6 billion other people waiting to discover What you wrote? better pay me 7 figures cause i'm broke No joke, and 8 is for the haters who provoke Mad beef, 9 to 5, no fire, all smoke And it's like dat, we under the ground, a thundering sound Will bring the beat back to maintain creative control The backpack distribution made insane in the cold Raiding the stage, who? aiming a blow to amaze you
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