Song Length |
3:07 |
Genre |
Rap - Alternative, R & B - Funk |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Mixed Vocals |
Mood |
Sociable, Peaceful |
Subject |
Life |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
CONTACT
Brice is now coming with rhymes in tact
Countdown?s running no time to react
Try to find shelter, prepare for impact
Five, four, three, two, one contact
Boogie Man?s spying on your house through the windows
Just like pac man and hungry, hungry hippos
I?m eating up these mics keeping ya?ll on your tip toes
My mind is like an airplane filled with rhyme cargo
So now that you know, prepare yourself
If your body needs help then repair yourself
But don?t dare yourself, I?m coming in too stealth
Loose cannon emcees can be bad for your health
That?s why I try to be a fox so sly
Volcanoes erupt when the pressures too high
Meltasaurus Rex starts to feel the effects
Like DNA strands brice is so complex
To unwind, to find the center of mass
Everyday I wake up, I?m already late for class
I tried to pass the mic but they pass it right back
I guess that?s what happens when you?re born to impact
The world, these girls keep screaming out my name?
?Smokescreen you?re the sprinkles on top of my ice cream?
It seems to be my shit you love to get down with
If you?re looking for a breath of fresh beats then you found it
Brice is now coming with rhymes in tact
Countdown?s running no time to react
Try to find shelter, prepare for impact
Five, four, three, two, one contact
So who?s the next emcee to step up to the table
I?m the next contender cause I?m willing and able
Plus I?ve got the options like digital cable
Writing down my rhymes on back of Campbell soup labels
Hey Dot Class C, I know you hear me
Still in the S.C. still setting frequencies
For the radio call to transmit the waves
Sent out a SOS cause I?m stuck in a cave
That the Flintstones built back in the B.C.
Where these people never seen an emcee like me
So what am I to do now, where do I turn
All I have is a canteen and fireworks to burn
Breaking it, shaking it, doing our thing
Drinking champagne on the backyard swing
Bringing that tantalizing noise
While ya?ll dancing round the floor like wind-up toys
Liquid fantasies with rhyme juice that I squeeze
I make the people freeze like an unknown disease
Infecting ear drums in your town as I come
Attention D.P. units this is where I?m from
Brice is now coming with rhymes in tact
Countdown?s running no time to react
Try to find shelter, prepare for impact
Five, four, three, two, one contact