Intro, so we start our show Listen to the trumpet as the trumpet start to blow With the drum, which is gettin' real' busy Like on a merry-go-round, you start to get dizzy Dancing, romancing, this beat is really enchanting I don't like to brag, but the girls say I'm hip [?] Top Cat says P Sending that funky rhymes from New York through me
Legal twice, a double act sensation Like a booze-lip [?], kickin' a hard [brick?] action A global connection to funk up your season Wicked, this is good reason Shank it off to New York, that is Top Cat But I'm so dibby, but I be smokin' on Europe DJ Skizo got it up to no [?] like Kingston When I wear extra large
Can you see it? Or can you feel it? Because it's time to get dizzy Yowdy, yowdy, yowdy, how it is Can you see it? Or can you feel it? Because it's time to get dizzy Yowdy, yowdy, get busy boys
Well, here I am again with my block and my pen To bust a new rhyme and get on top of the line Not to brag, because I've learned from the past That if you diss somebody, you might get kicked in your ass Anyway, yo, I'll never step back Rather get my baseball bat and then attack Not everybody must fight to stay alive But a nigga like me must be to fu**ing survive
Ah, yes, once again, let me talkin' about my music insane Coming straight from my brain, it's the same The same beat, the same shit I used to kick it on everyday, that's it So I'm low, so low, you know where we go Yo, yo, man, you slam, hell no Because I'm radical but from the Radical Stuff Yo, man, niente in dolce, and get rough
Can you see it? Or can you feel it? Because it's time to get dizzy Yowdy, yowdy, yowdy, how it is Can you see it? Or can you feel it? Because it's time to get dizzy Yowdy, yowdy, get busy boys
Ah, yeah, yo, this is Radical Stuff in full effect And we gonna be busting a little somethin' like this (Know what I'm sayin'?) You know what I'm sayin'? Uh, jump, ah, yeah (Jump, jump, jump, jump) Come on y'all (Jump, jump, jump, jump) Jump, man!
Again I'm rolling, the billboard's turning [True man?] is gone, mmm, till kickin' [?] the best one was fit, 'cause I fake on Kaos, eh, slam it on
Yeah, you're right, tune on the mic as high As I put the jazz business, so you better start listenin' There's a lyrical radical message Better than [?], so you can stop dissing When my man kills once, it was time to get rough R-A-D-I-C-A-L Stuff We're ready to G-O and get to the top And let all the motherfucker runners drop Well, you know, we're ready to flow With the dizziest funky rap putting onto this demo So boy Kaos One and MC Sean Make you even dance outside on the lawn
(Yes, Top Cat, I got you) Yo, man, you can tell me about some lawn, man You said you live on the fifth floor (Ah?) You ain't got no grass (Mmm) And you ain't got no lawn and shit Well, you know what I might say? F**k you for you ain't got no lawn, you know what I'm sayin'? (Let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party) (Let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party) (Let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party) You know you gotta dance on the lawn and feel like it You know what I'm sayin'? (Okay, okay) Yeah, shit man, bust that (Ah, ah) No man, no man, we outta here Come on, let's go back to itch (What?)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
