Lyrics:
they're all havin' a go
There's even a DJ on the fuckin' radio
[CHORUS]
I woke up today, everybody was a DJ
Every motherfucker in the world was a DJ
DJ,
(What-what, what's that?)
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a slow burn, crawl around the road work
Something from the other side clawing at the known world
Cough
Demento
Is one weird son of a (WOOF!)
Calling all around the world
It's time to get delirious.
Try Doctor D and then you'll see
You Cannot Be Serious!
If
on the porch of the punk house.
Coffee and low tide smell and my life stretching out.
Spending hours each morning reading poems and staring off
and then
you like to make love?
I saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and your so fine
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix
Clowns and infinite showdowns
Battle grounds all break downs; world's upside down
Making wicked
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
a streetlight!
Yeah, I'm a streetlight, chokin' on the heat
The world spins around while I'm frozen to my seat
The people that I know all keep on rollin' down
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
stupid
So you know, yo E, check it
[Erick Sermon]
Ah yeah one two, hey young world, hey young world {"It's on!"}
Mic check, here I go again, check me out
gettin' it
rhyme's so dope, it can't be bit
now every damn cousin' want to rap and shit
ask for rock licks and holla up in the mix
might get away with
out / cleanse and recycle a soul every time I shout/ i often see a plethora of poets punk out and pout / I lick their tears by the gout / I'm blessed
Washington
Yeah, I'm a streetlight, chokin' on the heat
The world spins around while I'm frozen in my seat
The people that I know all keep on rollin' down
running they freestyle primetime radio
In the mix with the top hits? That shit was bug
If they cared about the sound back then like they doing now
faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel my energy
Making em' remember me
The world is full of synergy
Prayers for my boy Demar
always mix up their numbers you know
Oh, please...
But hear me out
At every hertz on radio
Shiny stars are walked upon
The streets of fame
No one loves
a streetlight, chokin' on the heat
The world spins around while I'm frozen to my seat
The people that I know all keep on rollin' down the street
But every day
through
With the truth, broken down on the first two
When I first asked the question if you was down
How many punk ass niggaz do I gotta clown?
With
MiLLA on the mix
Hop around the square
Like a matador
Going around the world
And we scoping
Different kinda heaus
Locking the beams
We snipe they
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
like you, I just don't want to speak
You fucking freak, now keep your days out my week
The world keeps a balance, through mathematics
Defined by
Everybody go side to side, and glide to the vibe
Turn yourself around and make your backbone slide
Lt drops the needle on the plastic
Things are getting kind
through
With the truth, broken down on the first two
When I first asked the question if you was down
How many punk ass niggaz do I gotta clown?
With
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