I would hate to grab the mic and sound like the next man Or the last man that's why, When you're swinging, I swang and swung
Everything's already been done, so when you see us on stage son It's all about the fun. Yeah fun. Electric guitars, bass and drums
Type of illness primo pulls a sample from Yeah I rhyme with twists and turns just like the Guggenheim You'll be left behind as we're on an incline You see this be the third time signing on that line with the dots Some people call it funk, rap, rock or pop Others say alternative and label it a fusion, clueless, but were you true to this
Go get your fill. Do what you will Me, I'm going at it like it's time to kill I'm seeing what I wanting and I'm grabbin it You heard it right here yo, I'm mad for it
We getting blessed yo so let your stress go Why you wanna carry such a heavy cargo? We are those Santos and Diablos, prepared to flex so What do you want to know? Yo
I can serve your spirit on a platter pronto Quickfast, I been born to blast Many praise the calf of gold sold their soul And so they feel the wrath, you do the math Some walk upon a crooked path now look at that Trying to stay strapped and packed like Arafat But matter fact they never knew the science When I hop up on the microphone I do it like a giant before the break
Go get your fill. Do what you will Me, I'm going at it like it's time to kill I'm seeing what I wanting and I'm grabbin it You heard it right here yo, I'm mad for it
What I represent is Mc's going madTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
