Back when dj's still could play what they wanted us lil' tikes didn't care how hard you stunted all we wanted was to hear that fresh shit BLAST hit pause on the tape deck if it was trash cuz' our mixtapes were tapes not playlists and we made em' in real time so makeshift wait for the station and grab my tapes got my trigger finger ready for the top 8 at 8 now how the fuck is this LITTLE GUY/pants still REALLY HIGH listening to let me ride by doctor dre well I'll tell you, I went and stole my sisters tapes and they had the tipper sticker so they cursed away and ms gore and dol-ores TUCKA please listen up intentions were good but man you still fucked up you can't touch up an artform like ours and you made lil' e-dub want to spit bars go hard
on that jambox, turn that jam up that's me motherfucka so just put your hands up and toast those jazzers, we are not average we can make magic, we are young mavericks we can watch labyrinth debate david bowie and talk about how the song in the movie is a poem -- and this is poetry, and we roll with these punches, and minutes and days until its over WE won't stop until the last breath and this music keeps us human till death a four chord progression so def that a tear slips out your eye and your left breathless, relentless unkempt but you feel so free those words were unsaid emails were unsent and for 3 good minutes you ditched that regret cos youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
