Lyrics:

Couldn't find a way to live for today
Now I live for tomorrow
Got a hand full of stones
And a hand full of sorrow
Baby got a bug
Got a buck I can borrow
Give it back if I can
If I can't ima owe ya
You know I'm gona owe ya
Be nice if the vagabond
Girls get for ya

Cleaner than ammonia
Sicker than pneumonia
Never let 'em on ya
The tax man will phone ya
I'm a soul that romps with the loaners
Never been a poser known to cut corners
The new order opposite of colder
Hotter than a brother with a group of other soldiers

Soul of a golding Godsmith
Not as he is now I
Vinnies not Vince sold to the highest bid
No peace offerings
Warlord warlord

Born in a old street auction
Traded for a record and some new stock options
Pop got me then when he was like hoppin
Warlord warlord

I'm the name that the gods want to claim
When they come to bring fame put the truth in the game
We the few that remain with the view that's the same
As back in the day
The party in the park ey

Your head gets bumpin
The beat is clean
I got to bring it back I am your time machine

I show you somethin'
You ain't seen
I got to bring it back I am your time machine

Everybody in the party say (ey)
Everybody in the party say (oh)
Everybody in the party say (ey)
Everybody in the party say (oh)

Your head gets bumpin
(Warlord)

Yesterday oh yesterday
What they do today will take your breath away
Remember Saturday it's a Saturday
A smooth operator Big Daddy K

Bring it back
I do I do
Who bring it back
My crew my crew
Sweatshop you with a new set of rules
Understand I'm in the center of the epicenter
When I enter on the entertainer inovatin better than your
Plain Jane condescending corny and I'm kinda endin
Everything you do
Everything is true
Kids step aside let the King glide through

I'm a size 10 shoe
You can take a walk in 'em if you want to
But you better have rhythm enough
And no it isn't enough
To say you tough
With jism it's nuts

'Cause that sucks sucka
You ain't sayin' nothin' sucka
I ain't even playin' with these stupid
Motha fuckers

Back to the fact that the basement is back
And the base is the backbone of the boom bat
But we move raps over the tune of new tracks
From the future I present the past I move back

Your head gets bumpin
The beat is clean
I got to bring it back I am your time machine

I show you somethin'
You ain't seen
I got to bring it back I am your time machine

Everybody in the party say (ey)
Everybody in the party say (oh)
Everybody in the party say (ey)
Everybody in the party say (oh)

Your head gets bumpin
Warlord