Ill Harmonics - San Jose lyrics

[Chorus] We rock all the way from san jose To the east time zone cause my microphone is worldwide You can't hide, no matter where you reside And it's all the same from the shores of maine To the left coast where the sun leaves ya stained We steady rock that doin' it , rock that do it Still bein' ill when we check one-two it [Verse 1] Sit back while I come and attack the similac dance track Your headphone jack is still in tact cause my nack for ripping the abstract Practical tactics, you're getting your rap fix in plastic Cellophane keeping it plain we stain ears with cheers from volunteers Who loving their raps clear and simple, but at the same complex So I gotta open up and spit the bomb text The conquest-idor you requested for, so what you think I was bringin out my best for To restore the art prepare to depart, from san jo yelling land ho we flow Through the record pop I'm reckin shop and never stop From the present back when my record dropped I copped attention To make you sit back and listen And bring your seat to an upright position [Chorus] [Verse 2] Lean back unwind, JUST let your spine relax These tracks gonna take you on a magical ride Bonafide and certified 100 percent real and ill And still reinventing the wheel It's a one-two punch with all the splendor Wack emcees get their tapes returned to sender I got places to go and people to see Mics to meet, beats to freak, got knobs to tweak So turn up the maines, lobster gettin' hot All the way to TJ to hit a taco spot Then head north on the 5, its all the way live From the 214, bringing Christ to your door Now the rubber hits the road like adidas hittin' stages I compose hits upon college ruled pages Used as my treble clef and so def Jose can you see, we love to emcee [Chorus] [Verse 3a] I'm airborn till I find the place I never been While I'm piloting my pilot ink pen We move to new places trying to keep pushin' And if you drown in the sound your seat cushion Can be used as a device made for flotation Tourin the nation, rocking my playstation In the back seat while I make blake drive Going city to city just living off the vibe [Verse 3b] And i'm doing my best to avoid the road rages Bumpin' sting's third LP, the soul cages Hittin' thrift shops and only clean rest stops Hoping everything's great, haven't eaten since eight When we stopped at quizno's, I guess anything goes Left my calling card in case anybody needs tracks Selling stacks of wax out the trunk for wages Traveling to festivals to emcee on punk stages