Just Muz Souled Out
Its the nineteen year old, hero
King, Emperor, the pharaoh
Counting pounds, dollars, euro's
Act as if there's money to my name like De Niro's...
Why do we dream, we're living on a movie screen?
Champagne bubbling, jacuzzi scenes
Louis V's newest Jeans, groupies in a queue to scream
So fresh, super clean, screwing all the beauty queens
True it seems, I'm - here to disappoint...
I'm just a mister, pointing out that you missed the point
Think its true, us artists driving a ferrari
Imagination must be running wilder than safaris
Whats the scenari-o? Audiences all are getting played
Like Atari - so, I'm here to say I'm sorry though
Keep the heart beating like Cardio -
Party goers, I am here to start your show...
(Chorus)
We got the jazz and the soul
Whether rapping in your home or you travel the globe
Put your passion over fashion and the cash and the gold
Give me your heart, worth more than every track that i've sold
(x2)
I'm the truth here in the flesh
Young but no nursery rhymes you could hear in the creche
Older rappers and delirious vets really are stressed
Past their sell by dates, ain't nearly as fresh
Serious? Yes, rappers get a microphone and we love to boast
Tucking into beef like a sunday roast
Why don't you pass the salt and take a pinch of it
We give you fiction by the mile if you take an inch of it
New trends try to fit in at the top man
To get the cash they clash like the rock band
London calling, and they're falling for the capital
Is it a big break or your reality sabbatical
(Chorus)
We got the jazz and the soul
Whether rapping in your home or you travel the globe
Put your passion over fashion and the cash and the gold
Give me your heart, worth more than every track that i've sold
From overlooked to read about and overbooked
No shred a doubt I'm heading out with vocal cuts
Flowing until I sober up, propping up the bars
Ain't shopping for the cars, jobless -
I'd be lucky to be mopping at your spa's
Aisle three, doing Tess Daily and Kera knighley?
Coming along polly and Rhianna really likes me
Wake up... dream on
Reflection in my TV the only screen I'm seen on
No grammy man, video production
Handy cam, low budget and I won't budge it
That's the plan... I'm happy as I am in my own skin
I know fame will call, I'm waiting for the phone ring...
