Roger Troutman - Focus lyrics

[talking] Y'all better free your minds and wake up... [beat starts] Yeah Focus Yeah... Yeah... Check this here [Verse 1] Comin' through, comin' through, like taxi cabs in rush hour From uptown to the Twin Towers Makin' a statement, once again, with no replacement Erick Sermon comin' from the basement I leave you blown away like Jeff Bridges Mind boggling, cuttin' through ya brain like a pair of scizzors When you see me at a show, don't bother grabbin' this microphone I'm terra-fabulous with out it, holmes Spritually, I'm like the holy ghost I bring joy, to the average girl and boy Def Squad, we got more faith than dick-ruckers I feel sorry for any crew out there tryin to f** us I blind MCs, like Ray Charles while I'm drinking Pepsi Which will k**(?), so don't test me The super supreme, mackadose, ya host Erick Sermon, representin for my coast [Hook: repeat 2X] Just because you made a hit record Don't make you a star in one year Let's get things clear [sampled voice] Free your minds! [4X] [Verse 2] I rock the mic, safe and sound, like DJ Quik In the mix, without packin' a M6 Bein up on the scene, eyes are green, no bullsh** n***as sayin' they pull sh**, but won't pull dick Fake hardcore MCs with fake hardcore crews one in the same Practicin' brand new gun names And new swing, they sound more street They gain more peeps so they won't let the (?) Only west coast was kickin' that shootin' cops f** that b**h sh**, now we all on they dick I represent The Bridge is Over, Eric B. for President Gettin' Raw, Rockin' Bells, and Raising Hell I ain't knockin' those out there keepin' it real with the steel Yall know the deal But if you ain't shot nobody, don't claim to be a John Gotti Remember the days of La-Di-Da-Di [Hook] [Verse 3] I been shootin' nine-mils, 45's since '89, Black In the big payback (yeah) I struck crazy j**els I got robbed one time, yeah you s**a But now the kid is gone, motha f**a I had beef with one n***a after me and my group had broke up At least from jail, and I woke up So don't think I was a shook one, or scared I laugh, I wanted to catch a charge for yo' black a** I coulda commenced to beatin' you down in front of your b**h, but I didn't care That year, I was a millionaire (yeah) Don't try to play me, cause I got two million plaques on my walls And you don't have the balls (yeah) My squad is Def, and we don't hear nothin' No time for frontin', tell me when you want somethin' I jam like NBA, the E-R-I-C-K is the NUH! Comin' with the HOOH! [Hook] [Talking] Yeah, just because you made a hit record don't make you stars Know what I'm sayin? Words up [beat fades out]