Dilated Peoples - Trouble lyrics

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Dilated Peoples - Trouble lyrics

("Just to, be like this Y'know, to look for trouble, if that's what you wanna call it...") {DJ Babu cuts and scratches} "I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble" <- Method Man [Rakaa Iriscience] Vampires feed on fresh blood, money runs the show f** how they feel about it, seen the waves come and go But watch your step when it's warm and critics sound their horn They'll throw flowers at your feet, the roses with the thorns Marathon tours, learned to maintain my pace Generations sacrificed for the paper chase And I ain't talking age but they will respect my space Old cats put in a home, young cats put in their place ("And you just might feel-") [Evidence] We get high this my sworn in statement Hand on the Good Book is more than makeshift I never lie on any people are places Bagging a chick or rocking on these stages There's no such thing as halfway aces Inside or outside the box, it's placement Didn't grow up in the hood, adjacent But close enough to hear the ghetto bird awaken ("And you just might feel trouble") [Chorus] (Go! Go! Go! Go!) Three of the one of a kind, that means trouble (Go! Go! Go! Go!) You don't have to look for it to find you're in trouble (Go! Go! Go! Go!) Don't start none, there won't be no trouble (Go! Go! Go! Go!) {"I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble" <- Method Man} [Evidence] I'm already on the double, trouble's nothing new About to burst out this bubble I'm accustomed to Straight out the W, do unto others Do NOT stay in a box, not until the day they cover you I'm covered plenty here, movement of the shutter slow A blurry image at the finish when I cut a rope And I ain't cutting dope, but I'm known for something great Some known for treble up, some known for pumping ba** [Rakaa Iriscience] Heavy hands, knock the image out with steady cams Rakaa chanting "Z's up!" Amateurs just freeze up Mad crazed like Harmanov, kids can get their problem solved Rhythm so Kalashnikov, spill it so Molotov Kasparov slash Pavlov to these lap dogs Yapping under tables or staring hoping that scraps fall Checkmate savage, war chest in the cabinet I'm so adjective that I verb nouns, imagine it ("Just keep getting up in the morning And you just might feel like I do sometimes -- trouble") [Chorus]