Emcee am I people call me Ev When I'm bustin' up the party hear my engine rev With high resolution in the late p.m X-Men scratch the beat while i drop this gem Got tints on my windows so you can't see in Pack it up pack it in baby once again Ain't no way to check me (check me) No way to wreck me (wreck me) And shit gets hectic if you disrespectin Stiller than night I'ma see my light On the top of the Marquee kid bill me right You know it ain't right, but yo it's ok See this type of shit happens everyday
(scratching) You see this type of shit happens everyday (scratching) You know this type of shit happens everyday (scratching)
It goes one for the thugs, two for the chickens Peckerwood stats classic like slim pickins Fuck the Democrats, and the Republicans Got all your cars bouncin' like a bunch of Mexicans Porter rock style I'll Touch you like Tony You claim to keep it real but still comin' out phony It's just one emcee and four dj's Give us six turntables and a mic to blaze I'ma said it like Pun in the house of fun I burn hotter than the heat that's made by sun Got a gun, ain't a uzi, but it weighes a ton It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
(scratching) It's B-Boy punk rock 2001 (scratching) It's B-Boy punk rock 2001 (scratching)
World keeps spinnin'. X-Men keep winnin X-Men keep winnin. X-Men keep winnin It's B-Boy punk rock 2001. It's B-Boy punk rock 2001Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
