Lyrics:
grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse
(I'm the kid with the golden arms)
Jurrasic 5 Together
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
I'ma have to explain it to you like this
See, a rap attack means..
[Jalil ]
Deejays jammin in the street
MC's rappin to the beat
The people
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
& parties
always get the ladies
When I get desperate
I write a message yo
My rhymes of day to day yo
We may not agree on everything
or anything
By any means
the mainstream
Radio, road man and stage show
At the same time
Watch what "Too Many Man" and "Sunglasses
At Night" do in 2-00-9
Let me show you why I'm the King
children game-not all players feel the same
(Learning)
We don't learn shit my radio was on regardless
(Yes)
I tune out parties, I tune in starlets
to explain it to you like this
See, a rap attack means..
[ Jalil ]
Deejays jammin in the street
MC's rappin to the beat
The people downstairs sayin they can't
5-1 not 5-0, Im'ma be 52
Bomb drop non-stop spitting on you
Never have so many been screwed by so few
Call to save y'all, so whatcha wanna do?
Everywhere fucked up people.
Police came by, maybe
I can’t remember anything anymore….
I wake up in the morning,
The sun is burning hot,
Streets are calling
This is anti-radio
No placements, won't make it to top five
And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines
And I shoulda died
track
Talkin about you was an MC was not the move
Cause if you said you had skill, well then you had to show and prove
And if there ever was a party, son
night
And they call this the great midwest
Where livin' is just gettin' by
And people trade in their happiness
For a smokestack, a big money deal in
1970's Radio host intro:
Whats up party people
This is ya girl
Sherry Duveaux
On WTLC rocking for the hard working folks
Just getting off of one gig
at the retail price
So grab a couple homies on a Friday night
So you can
Cash out
Or take turns
Singing each other’s words
To the 10 people at your party
We got this shit locked down
You can't even touch it
You just can't
Shit is too hot
I pack the weed like sacks of Christmas trees
People walk by
The people downstairs sayin they can't sleep
Cause the people upstairs are stompin their feet
It's not like they're startin a riot
"We'll call the cops,
to explain it to you like this
See, a rap attack means..
[ Jalil ]
Deejays jammin in the street
MC's rappin to the beat
The people downstairs sayin they can't
Intro
Demorne Warren in the place to be
Show the party people what they came to see
Back in the days had a afro and braids
I cut it to a fade got
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
Sell Out
On the radio
This is suburban this is a urban
This is a city this is a country thing
You driven by your body
So you out here looking for
Cause life just seems to pass us pass us by
And there's not enough time in the world to cry
Everyone my age just wants to turn 21
I'm I the only one who
and kicking
Hit you in the senses like a fresh hot chicken
Some people think that all you gotta do is write a hit then
Take it to the radio and now you're
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