Fantastic is the fantastic Romantic is the romantic When they got the fever Then everybody's free And I kind of like it Some day we ought to do that When we rock the microphone And make the people move their feet Gonna find the battlestar Bright light, white neon pink Hey yo, hippity, hoppity Rhymes so chocolaty When I'm on the mic You know there ain't nobody stoppin' me Yeah, I like my Corn Flakes brown My rock n roll loud With that hip-hop sound I get down when the people get down I don't mind I think you're fine All I do is rhyme in my spare time And do you know what's inside your heart? Does the pain go away when you're in the dark? And when you think cash money is a mean for ends Money don't mean sh** when you lose a friend When you start to realize that this is the end You pray for d**h, take your last breath It all depends When they got the fever Then everybody's free And I kind of like it Some day we ought to do that
When we rock the microphone And make the people move their feet Gonna find the battlestar Bright light, white neon pink And I remember ever star shining down that night As my friends cried I watched the sky ignite Fire bright in my eyes, so I ran downtown City street shadows, but no one around Some laser robot came We still get drunk through the bathrooms Having kicks with cats all hizzy on mushrooms I heard you knock when I wasn't home Cause I heard, cause I'm so hot on the microphone And whatcha think about shorts and pants? Why do I feel like I'm at a high school dance? Cause all these dudes socking guns and tanks Think you're Alfonzo? Nah, Carlton Banks. When they got the fever Then everybody's free And I kind of like it Some day we ought to do that When we rock the microphone And make the people move their feet Gonna find the battlestar Bright light, white neon pink Everybody get down with us, down with us...