Emanon - Make Music lyrics

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Emanon - Make Music lyrics

I make music to roll to, the kind of music that holds you Music to set your goals to music that blows you away Music to start your day, music to melt all your problems away I make music to get high to, music that get all up inside you Music to tell the truth to music to lie to Music your can't live without music your friends talk about Music like m&m's that probably melt in your mouth I make the kind of music people make love to Music that people hate to, The kind of music b-boys can break to I make music that skateboarders on the grind can skate to Music that you could jump in a lake to I make music for the ca**ette deck and music for the CD Music for turntables and for the TV Music with acapellas and music with instrumentals Music for brains in the back seat of your rental. I make music Turn round push up the sound and play that Song for me mista deejay now stay back Watch me mash up the dancehall the way blacc People dem get down you know we a play at Every pan beat and jump up dem a set up Dance till me sweat up and me whole body wet up Anyone who holding up on de wall dem a betta Feel the mic checka stand up when I say get up Eeny meeny miny moe Music gets up in my soul Make me wanna wiggle my toe Make me wanna bust a flow What would you do if there was no music Would you make it through the day or would you start to lose it I know that I'd probably go crazy Music makes my mind clear without it I go hazy Play me a sad song eyes get teary Play me a happy song and I'm getting cheery Give me a guitar and I'll be strumming it Sing a Negro spiritual and I'll start humming it When I hear a fat beat yo I get to dancing When I make a dope beat I buckle up my pants and Buckle up my shoes and, head to the studio Because I be dropping sh** just like a boody hole Whether it's jazz or funk or soul music Folk songs, rock and roll I'm gone use it Beebop, gospel, sample it loop it Bang them drums and make them sound stupid I make music for the rich and for the poor in the street Music for heads who buy music instead of something to eat I make music with a pencil or pen A crayon or a Krylon I make music no matter when I make music when I walk on the street and shuffle my feet I make music in my dreams and when I'm falling asleep I make music because I have to The kind of music that grabs you Music that people cry to music to laugh to Music for racing crews on the highway to crash to Music for real n***as in the street to mash to Music to blast to and music to make peace to Music to break the peace so you could pull out your heat to Music for the n***az who make music too And most of all I make the music for you