LAWS - Wall To Wall lyrics

[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]