Follow me, everybody spread around, I you all to hear this me, sit down, sit down I wanna tell you something, I got story listen
I knew this named Roulette-lette-lette The woman I ever met, met, met I tried to hook it up, up But I used to fantasize about the Fuck, nuts, rush Grab the gold and carry it in mouth But I'm a try to hold the microphone and turn the out And if it's the type of crowd that doesn't to shout, fuck it I'll give 'em something to chew on, something to talk Snap, crackle pop rock, had a sawed-off Don't never blow up, cause I never wanna fall off to that vacant lot, next to the weed spot Sits a shop, beneath a tree watching peace talks So let me catch a of applause So I can persuade some lady out of her bra (come on baby)
and gentlemen... We now ask that you give a warm Minnesota nice to MC I've man on the mic, you know... and gentlemen, give it up Put hands together, put your hands...
Cause if we can't do it do it apart Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the But that's a Now within the distance of vision measure the persistence How are you
smack the whack and sell 'em crack while I'm laying down my mack (I'm trying to you homeboy) I'll get sick on a trick, talking shit firm grip on my (Ayo I got what you need bitch, yo, yo) I make moves and get loose wearing a camouflage (And that's juice, what, what, what, what) Yes, yes, I never Make a on the mic sipping a Becks, wearing a vest Cause well, you It's that Rhyesayer with a razor, truck jewelry, Chuck (Yo man, pass that kid, yo kid, kid) Tall sharp and handgun, paid a for these pants dun So step off kid you're me too close
If we do it together do it apart Ain't no way we'll make it how it was at the start But a given Now the distance of your vision measure your persistence How are you
Killed all the thoughts killing all the cops No longer get as pissed off I have to jerk my dick off I just want a mic and a crowd and if that's asking for too Fine, just have that mic and I'll be alright (I'll be alright) Stuck, a rock and the sky an option to buy and I got lost in a lie Tossed them fakes out the door, I ain't your I make music, can you it? Cool, then I'm a make some Yes, yes y'all you are now with the best of the mess hall In to the basement, while Ant drives the vessel All to those insulted By the repulsive that fly loose when I'm seduced by the impulses (By the impulses) mech in effect, protect the rep From all forms of public But listen I love the ripping, so the friction it takes focus off the mission (Yo tell 'em the mission) To be the man on the mic, to be the man on mind To be the man that you push rewind To be that mother fucker over on that mic You what that means? means I can show you what I need you to see, see, see (See here, you need to do is follow, follow us baby Before you can... what you to do is see, see, see, see, see)
If we can't do it We'll do it no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start But that's a Now within the of your vision measure your persistence How are you your persistence How are you Measure your Higher living, higher living How you Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher heaven The music's gonna you there Higher, higher, higher, higher, than heaven The music's gonna you there Higher, higher, higher, higher...