William Bowden - Choose None lyrics

[Verse 1: Solo] We are the trailblazing crowd exciters, book us to play with you And we'll upstage your crew and probably down all the [?], you're minor We major-league play-makers, Double-S on the bases One Day in the place, it's my turn to step up to the plate Hands up in the stands [?] comin' your way Get your hands up like a gun to the face Better man up if you've something to say Cause we can answer never running away, keep tellin' em I'm in my element, something like Jay in Summertime If you came in late, please allow me to summa-r-ise I rock a shaved head and sunken eyes Call me the Sensitive New Age Rapper, I ain't like them other guys The wack MC whistle blower And the reason why your girl carries 'round a pocketful of mistletoe I'm on that Don't Try This At Home sh**, Kid got the wicked flow That'll shake you the f** up out of your comfort zone Let the trumpets blow, we gonna ride to the sunset, and I ain't even begun yet Stay tuned, this is just the debut, no tellin' what we got comin' up next [Hook: Solo] One hundred miles and running, will you run? Six billion people to love, choose one Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna? Six million ways to die, I choose none One hundred miles and running, will you run? Six billion people to love, choose one Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna? Six million ways to die, I choose none [Post-Verse 2: Solo] So we don't play that (uh uh) We don't play that (uh uh) We don't play that (One Dayers) We don't play around We don't play that (uh uhh) We don't play that (uh uh) We don't play that (One Dayers) We don't play around [Verse 2: Just Enuf] Yeah, it's Been a minute, didn't know what to write but I'm right now Now I've put 'em where I need 'em Put the left then the right down then I write back Had the games been locked and keyed(?) Key to this sh** is the sh** I'm sh**tin' on * We cheeky buggers that call out them heads Line us like Kostakidis You ain't nice Enuf to call out James You know how long I done fought for my name? On the walls, on the court, on the beats and the beach You'd see it when I'd caught the train One's for the young, two's for the two dudes Who live up three nights [?] Monday Four's for the pen, its like Jordan on the bench, taking out Jimmy Nice from the One Day Gimme the mike and your team gon' bounce Hold it baby, you ain't ready Said you ain't Reggie baby, cross the line and that three don't count I am a rapper's rapper, “Is he really really gonna be the next to do it?” Or is he really gonna be the best to do it You can find me all up in the latter bracket Hey Ditty you got me? Who says Sydney is lost, I'm not scared to take a bit of the profits I've been in the co*kpit, who fly as I? 99 and 86 couldn't stop this Don't Get Smart about it baby, just get smart about it And go and ask about us, we are nice [Hook: Solo] One hundred miles and running, will you run? Six billion people to love, choose one Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna? Six million ways to die, I choose none One hundred miles and running, will you run? Six billion people to love, choose one Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna? Six million ways to die, I choose none One hundred miles and running Six billion people to love Eight million stories to tell Six million ways to die, I choose none [Verse 3: Solo & Jimmy alternate lines in this bit, starting with Jimmy] We ain't done yet, nah Shootin' for the stars Bar for bar, boy you up next If you rollin' in your car No matter where you are You want to take ours, better come get it Said it before, we all in the same boat, mind closed they felt with the pa**ion(?) There's no love there, whatever helps with the cash or separates yourself from the ma**es My music's flavoursome, maybe you ain't accustomed to it We take impossible; make it look like ain't nothin' to it And there ain't nothin' to it Hit em for 6 when I run they hide, they playing twenty-twenty with the One Day side Baby, are you f**ing stupid? Lookin' like Don in a baggy green With a bag of green Showin' everybody what they haven't seen Better put your cards up, they are stuck in a backwards scene(?) One hundred miles and runnin', steady gunnin', they still in the haze A million ways it's been done before me I don't choose none of them, nah Far from your everyday player We here every day, player, A-grade sh** But you already know the facts Jimmy Nice And Solo's back Tell a friend Take a photograph We stayin' in form from the break of dawn til the fall of the sun, hit me on [Hook: Solo] One hundred miles and running, will you run? Six billion people to love, choose one Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna? Six million ways to die, I choose none One hundred miles and running, will you run? Six billion people to love, choose one Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna? Six million ways to die, I choose none [Outro] Ya dig?