The B.U.M.s - Let the Music Take Your Mind lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah. Goin' out to all my peoples out there in the west coast On the east coast, know what I'm sayin'? One love [Verse One] [D-Wyze] The music's tellin' me, "D-Wyze It's time to go get yours." I got that mad sh** all city, slammin' down your door Look around, f** around, don't get caught up and down Productions represent my f**ed up part of town I'm crazy Cause wack tracks never faze D My label pays me To execute and pinpoint Demeanor rapper under madness and the baddest of two And ain't nothin' y'all can do My crew slam mad beats BM's, Larado's and Pathfinder Jeep So let the music take your mind for s**er n***as that sleep I got that bomb a** tape The b**hes hear The B.U.M.s are comin' and they scream out, "Rape" No half time, no laggin', no loafin', no lyin' so it's happenin' I'm nice like Jerry Rice once this kid starts rappin' Check out this brother with gold fronts like no other And destined to rock this world for Debra Smith, my mother Brothers is makin' hits Flippin' out new sh** Stalkin' this planet, tryin' to snatch The B.U.M.s a fat grip So, puff the lye, burn it down like Left Eye You need more than Phillip Bailey to show you the reasons why That I'm Amazin' in my format through life and time With toke and Henny loc and let the music take your mind [Chorus] [x4] "Let The Music Take Your Mind" - Kool & The Gang "Can't Hear Nothin' But The Music, I'm slippin'" - EPMD [Verse Two] [E-Vocalist] Slidin' through my town like petroleum jelly Hittin' a versa-telly, dialin' digits on the celly Went from Dinin' on crumbs to makin' bank withdrawls in large sums Ain't it a pity? From the same city, same broken slums Jealous, we keep n***as on operation creation From 106 to Ashley Bar Station Still I'm lookin' out for n***as lookin' out for me Not F-I-V-E I got to get P-A-I-D So I'm holdin' out for millions like my n***a Chris Weber f** the world, me and D-Wyze balls forever Livin' for today, plannin' takeovers for tomorrow n***a if you playin' Superman but faulty like Pizzaro Give it a rest I'm squeezin' hearts like a cardiac arrest Then I'm out The Front Door like Large Profess So woooo woooo wooo wooo f** your bad crew All up in the sauce but your name ain't Ragu Burnin' sacks of cess to free my mind from the stress Don't leave my house without my vest Cause the streets have turn to meth b**hes givin' up game if they recognize your name And if the loot is right, they pop that coochie all night On the reala for the skrilla, many hoes will try to test me For real your a** chill and that extra weight is s**y Just like Rolex baby, E-Vo knows the time You'll be best to drop the stress and let the music take your mind [Chorus] [x4] "Let The Music Take Your Mind" - Kool & The Gang "Can't Hear Nothin' But The Music, I'm slippin'" - EPMD [Outro] Yeah goin' out to all my brothers keepin' it real, know what I'm sayin'? Kevy Kev, K.U.B., E-Vo know what I mean? Stretch & Bobitto My boys Mike and Aaron you know what I'm sayin'? The whole Ruthless crew Nick and Eric you know what I'm sayin'? Saafir, Souls Of Mischief, Casual, Dru Down, The Luniz, my boys C&H Common Sense over in Chicago, you know what I'm sayin'? Tha Alkaholiks. The whole Wu-Tang Clan