Song Description

A medium-up tempo hip hop song with a floating choirs and fast then strange rhymes

Lyrics

Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo

This Music will make your body chemistry change.
Feel your heat beat, as adrenalins pumpes through your veins.
Are you Strainen to stay up, and not pass out
Now let?s hear you all yelling my choirs out
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It?s hard to explain what it?s like, when you?re rocking the stage
It?s hard to put precise word in place, of the feelings it makes
So why get all caught up n trying to get radio play
When we could just have fun, and do it for the memories

These flames, might blaze up the stage
But these days, Noting paves the way
Like Djs, and there radio play
But still, if its not remembered, its noting, so forever, I cherish, these memories


Still, Your local seen just added another faceless man
Call me a, another, another musical grain in the sand

Call me a, stupid wannabe out trying his hand
Call me a, newbie act hanging by a strand

Call me whatever you want, cause some day you will beg me to stop
The verbal assault, I?m about ready to unleash on you all

Cause See I got these secret plans of attack, down so crystal clear
I?m going to save up pain, hate, anger and fear

Spend a few bucks on some Tupperware, and the bottle em up
then Pick a night, to all you people what got, pop the top

And pour it all over the microphone; The stage is my home
And as it amplifies my voice it will Crush You Clones


and as it amplifies my voice, and emotion, alike
It will crush, you rapper clones

Who might as well have sold there soles to devils, when you went to the store
And stole, lyrics there off the indi labels

Changing them up just enough so they wouldn?t get fucked,
When someone who actually knows hip hop starts bring it up

But it works wonders with my mind, mind, to pick up the mic, mic,
And relive some of the stress off my chest, plus sometimes

It keeps crowds from all around, coming back, for another day
It keeps the music true, and bomb, forward on what they say.

As I bring a new generation of noise, to keep your parents awake
From a new generation of kids, who challenge the way that we think



There is something that comes, with the love, of rocking a stage
It?s a something, that no amount of money could ever replace
So who cares, what it takes, to get lots of radio play?
When we could just have fun, and do it for the memories


These flames, might blaze up the stage
But these days, Noting paves the way
Like Djs, and there radio play
But still, if its not remembered, its noting, so forever, I cherish, these memories



Scene change - but back in, with the next act. Comes crashing down
crack, chh, spin smack, Ow? Pa, Pow, Pow Pa Pow


If you only had the slightest idea, of the crazy ways, my eyes can loose focus as I get lost for days
As I sit still with my head slightly tipped to the right, as a pool of my drool flickers in the TVs light

Then you might understand why I?m going insane. And not the good Britney spears kind of crazy,
The kind of crazy where if I get my hands on MTVs Neck Ill Squeeze until the channel runs out of breath

Cause I can?t even get my cheap crappy 4 track to stay on
But I look up and see little bowwows million dollar home

The problem with the industry, the way I see is that
Half these Mc?s lyrically could not even compete with me

But there good at throwing out catch phases, and getting little girls with braces
To call into the radio stations. So I have to acknowledge

That although it works, so they may be doing something smarter than me
If I do make it I will be a very scary type of MC

The type of MC that may look lame and white,
But leaves foot prints with the size that you have never seen of the likes

If I am ever given the chance, I coming out of the wood works
Good god, Dylan Jay, your moving the whole world,

At lease if I fail, I will never live to regret
For to never lie down to rest, is to never forget


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