Lyrics:
AND BEGINS HISTORIC RANT
Jiby
Aye what's going on Chuckle City
I wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up into flames(Audience Laughs)
Because
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
to my show
I'm glad you all could come
It's time for a little audience participation
Sing, "yeah"
Sing, "yeah"
Sing, "ooo yeah"
Sing, "I am an audience
sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, I'll let you kick 'em all
I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud
Now watch me rip the tat from
sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, fuck it, I'll let you kick 'em all
I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud
Now watch me rip the tat from
brought up
I would act all nonchalant infront of an audience
Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
But uh, truth be told you do me for
I got 30 in this stick I might just act up
So boa you better back up
Like a audience you get clapped up
I keep them steppers wit me if you wanna get
whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop,
to gb3k3 I nodey eat
Mekc ah 3nkc me life da repeat
Mensa mu ahy3 nsuo paa medi yi
Mef3re s3 m3kyea I shy to greet
Street nay3 hot nothing for street
Me then
Battle cry, tear the sky, never leaning to the left
Never right, I make my own way impeaching all the rest
Fuck preaching, take a rest, the audience turn
attempts to "ready him for the world"
by tempting him with the "fruit of woman.
" David introduces Paul to Natasha Toussaint,
a beautifully exotic French
Jay-Z: In this day and age-
Frank: yeah
Jay-Z: I just don't know
Frank: yeah, yeah
Jay-Z: Take radio for instance
It's pretty much
Waitin' for the DJ to
Let your body rock (It's your boy Kweli, BK MC)
So I can show you just what I got (Memph Blow in the house)
Waitin' for
hopping on the train
I pronounce everything wrong; I'm a pain
But I am bound by no chain
The radio misses my shine but still to my gain
The audience all has
into space
Like a countdown, 3-2-1 I'm gone, 3-2-1 I'm gone
Like a countdown, 3-2-1 I'm gone, 3-2-1 I'm gone
Slid in the function by my lonesome
sumyɛ loop in your head
Boy I shaked your foundation
Married to this game and there's so many shids here that you don't know
Wonim ne3 ntia aware3 aa 3y3
'm fueled by my true feelings
My heart strums a love song
One that I've never known
(c sweet love song) It's crazy how the melody naturally flows
(c sweet
not mine we floored it
Flourish, in the cut slammed and peep the organs
Boring all the audiences got a warrant
For my arrest, I flee in a private jet up
say tell me you bab
I've been waiting all my life to get my voice upon a mic
So i could create an audience for myself and tell them how it feels
When
And the packs by the case I been acting this way
Get the bag And th3 bank Get the cash And the cake Then I'm dashing away
With the gas in the tank yank
Wanna
Gotta swig the henny to this
The way I get excited when I pen a rhyme
Should be a crime
I should get a sentence for these sentences
It's a sin with
a song by your favorite band
Just you and me
The party's just begun
A special concert for an audience of one
foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want
And that's really what caused Roswell
Undercover operatives workin' for COM 12
Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal
Lyrically I'm off scale
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