Yes, yes
Drop that vocal out
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Now we gonna give what you've been waiting for
[Verse 1: Lateef The Truthspeaker]
You see, what we're gonna do right now is
Bring you on in to the circle of power
We speak of it so often like, "Yes it's tight"
Alright
Well on this microphone
We gon' do a little something
For the people, hypertone
We gon' get on until we
Like to give you what you want
So we gonna do it, instrumentals
That we gon' flow
Just a couple styles
And it ain't that simple it ain't that hard
It's that it's gon' be the thing
That gets right into your heart
Listen to the way we sing
Cuz we didn't bogart 'em
We have hopefully
You will bring us along
With your cousins locally
We present, represent
And all the time yokels be
On the jock, never hesitant
When I perform, you see
It's the L, the A, the T, the double E, the F, the D, the R, the E, the
f** it, you should know the rest if you've been following the progress
It's like this, no stress
I got to get it off my chest
When we all together
It's like the best you've ever seen
And we can step in your dreams
From the mind in a second
And your head and your spine
It's like whenever...
[Verse 2: Lyrics Born]
... You know I never get tested
I'm the one giving out the papers and pens
And I ask you at the end of five minutes
That's your time limit
Y'all got your answers
Cuz y'all awfully poitive [?] it ain't no game
You in here to learn
So why buy, you don't take your little pens and paper and burn
Cuz you need 'em y'all, you need 'em y'all
Yes, you need 'em y'all
If we gonna fight, we gotta fight, we got to walk
I'm entitled to that
I walk, I don't run, I don't crawl
I just walk, I just stroll on in
And then I begin
And then I say a couple of rhymes and make a couple of friends
And leave with your lady
I leave with your lady
I don't do it intentionally
I'm the just internationally known
Emcee Lyrics Born upon the microphone
And when I turn it onna
Ah motherf**ers say 'Goddam
You hear that sh** coming out his mouth?"
Oh yeah, that's just like
Reminds me something I'm from
Ah down south, I went ah
I come up with a rhymer
I do not stop, for I am
A old-timer
When I'm on the microphone for ten years or more
Maybe one day you will be able to f** with Lyrics Born
But don't hold your breath
Cuz I pa**ed every test there is
And I still got something left
For you motherf**ers that want to test me-e
Ain't nothing you can do that's gonna stress me-e
I just come with the lyrics that be blowing your mind
And every time I say a rhyme all the young ladies whine
Cuz they know I can wine 'em and dine 'em
Quick as I find 'em, I would turn 'em out
Yes, y-yes and rewind 'em, all in my mind
And I do not stop
I will be here until the break of dawn
I never botch the job
I just fly like a big-a** bird
And when I spread my wings, all my lyrics are heard...