[Intro: Unknown & Laws]
You see, what, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy, old noise
Is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself
That music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control
And uh, when I'm in the grips of it
I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain
Either physically or emotionally
Do you understand what I'm talking about?
Have you, have you ever felt like that?
When you just, when you just...
You couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either
Aye man, I appreciate the love you know
But y'all need to back up man
Yo, I don't want them to shut us down, you know?
Y'all dropped a piece of your pay check to get in here fam
Oh, that's how you want it?
Alright, enjoy it while it last
[Hook]
I rock, I roll, I did it, I live it, I know
You got problems? See me at my show
Good luck gettin' through the front door
‘Cause we wall to wall action and I can barely breathe ‘em
About to bring it back home, back home, back home
[Verse 1: Laws]
My stomach rumblin' but I been fed already
I'm seeing 2010 but my vision 20-20
And people question am I'm spitting or not
Nothin' to lose, I don't gotta prove diddly squat
This is for Biggie and Pac, one LJ baby
Thinkin' I'm high grade, f** you, pay me
And now I'm pa**ive, don't wanna be cursin'
But you made up man, don't wanna be person
Too many cuts, we gonna need surgeons
We ridin' to the d**h, we gonna need hearses
Top spot, got my eye on that
I got the first on deck like the try-on track
‘Cause I bomb so atomic, I'm puttin' my fam on
Till the whole room spinnin', I'm gonna vomit
Motion sickness, too many moves made
Get off my Kool-Aid, player, I rock
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Laws]
I ain't tryin' to do the humpty dance
I'm a rock star, give me drunkee fans
And you ask why I rock out and shout sh**
Too much power, not enough outlets
Me and Mase Caine go back like Forrest and Bubba
Though we ain't brothers, got it?
What he say? Man, I'm on it
Caine got a blade like clockwork orange
Forget about these mixtapes from these two faces
They don't drop j**els, they drop money and Jew cases
Come on son, who's time are you wastin'?
Taking the cash just to have a huge bracelet
You don't move me one iota
You chicken noodle soup on the side with a soda
You bumpin' to a dime or you die just to know her?
But she's a fan, she's dyin' to come over little soldier
[Hook]