Partners in Irony - Love & Happiness lyrics

[Intro: Al Green] Love and Happiness… yeah Something that can make you do wrong, make you do right Love… [Verse 1: Oliver] Yeah, JCM, Oliver, Forty7 on the track Yeah, we got that Let's take it back to the days of the one, two, three When you could flex on the mic to a certain degree Because the public didn't care about your currency They wanted Run DMCs and Public Enemies Back when backpacking was more than just a tactic And if you couldn't rhyme, then brother you couldn't hack it The fact is with, the right mixing you could mask it But bars are bars--if you don't got 'em you don't have it f** defending our genre and our sound But the facts are the facts, I'm done backing down With a pen and paper you'll see how we get down This is on wax so no f**ing around 'Cause I'm naughty by nature, I'm here to displace ya I'm here with the ba**, to debase and erase ya You get one shot, if you miss me then you blew it Quit? I'm not gon' be able to do it [Verse 2: JCM] You see that? Y'all see that right there? Y'all don't understand it man; ayo this is hip-hop Ay, we got that Now I know we carry young, new blood But age can't take away from that old school love Don't mean new sh** ain't the business, but some kids who f**in' with it Gripping mics and think they're raw like they don't use gloves No contracept can counteract the wack Dudes left the game bruised in back, slapped with a bat, oooh A few ba*tard children after the fact Tell me whose venue's gon' ask for your a** back? Calling in the clean crews and HAZMATS Fans shouldn't wanna have cash back, and that's that And that's where I come in, makin' it live again You k**ed the clubs? I'm reviving them Bottom line, there ain't no facing me Because any space that I grace becomes the place to be Try and stay with my pace if you can take the heat And if you can't, then proceed to leave, believe [Bridge: Oliver (JCM)] Y'all didn't think we were done, did you? Yeah, this one goes out to Big Daddy Kane, Treach, Funkmaster Flex And everyone else who's come before us Count me in (Three, two, one) [Verse 3: Oliver (JCM)] So my pen goes: Click-clack, get back, this is an attack, and uh Take that with a vat, pack us in with that Old school and look at that, in five seconds flat You have a lyrical gatt firing musical crack And that smack interacts, giving you panic attacks 'Cause that wack sh** you been hearing is just holding you back Your a** has been jacked by rap been talkin' 'bout stacks But we'll have our say, it's only the opening act (Hey, what about them Joes who keep knocking the flow? Watching us roll but doubting how far we can go Dope now, still a thousand more levels to grow How do we let 'em know our sound is ready to blow?) Crank that volume to eleven, deafen the room Heaven doesn't sound this sweet, pure or what have you JCM when your namesake came from above He said "spit the truth and they will come" And far be it from me to believe otherwise Beneath the skies we breathe in, and we keep our minds Open, and eyes wide, hope the for the cries To die down, when they hear our sound J, tell 'em how we get down (This is the sh** that we'll look back and call timeless Or find up in the attic, dust it off to remind us Who climbed up to the top, a couple of rhymers Took the feeling we love and brought it back like recliners Fire up your Walkmans and phonographs Or new Zunes and iPods with photographs Play it loud right now 'til you know they mad It's 'bout the feeling man, it ain't for them to understand) [Outro: Al Green] Wait a minute something's going wrong Someone's on the phone