Lyrics:

Roll out the red carpet…

We be the brokest, I don’t mind,
With a dead end job, a waste of time
Designer clothes, no friends of mine,
Cause the latest trends are designed to die,
“who the fuck r…”, call me styles,
VIP, won’t stand in lines,
Uninvited, so we arrive,
Straight thru the backdoor, you know the type,

Under cover, undetected,
Eyes on the mic with a need to wreck it,
Hold on, just a second,
The bouncer’s watching, don’t be reckless,
“excuse me, can I take your order”,
No thanks, can’t afford it,
Loose the weightier, back to my corner,
Hands down my pocket with my wiskey bottle…

You like it when I sing out loud,
You like it when I dance and shout,
When you wake up, you hear the birds,
When you go to sleep, you hear my words again..

Get a grip, stand up straight, try to find new ways

Look around see what the room’s got,
He’s sober, she’s not,
Pill face, cheeks getting chewed up,
Daddy’s angel shaking here juice box,
(And) I can tell where she got it from,
That guy on the left, ain’t selling bubble gum,
Dumb fuck with a golden watch on,
Paranoid, scared that the cops come,

On stage, tables turning,
*scratch* dj’s working,
The crowd like mad men, serving burners,
One by one, till the sun’s returning,
And they earned it, must admit it,
But the mc? strictly gimmicks,
Not concerned with original lyrics,
Not even concerned with the crowd for a minute!

Head’s buzzin’, loud and tipsy,
Crowd rowdy, dance floor misty,
Dream like almost unrealistic,
The way the beats keep painting pictures,
activating my lyrical senses,
Connecting dots, cross the audio spectrum,
“can I take you order” man get out of my rectum,
“security” DAMNED! “let’s get him!”

Up and at ‘m, back to the plan,
Call me Dennis the menace looking for trouble again,
supper and sonic suddenly hopping the fence,
“How did he…” “He got the mic in his hand!”

you could hear a coin drop…
like lightning struck…
one missisipy, two missisipy…
then the beat droped: YO!

I’m on the edge no turning back,
The king of cool in a world of swet,
So progressive, I’m seeing sound,
So damn fly won’t touch the ground,
Cloud nine, off we go,
Steady build up, then exploded,

Close your eyes, loose controle,
let the music touch your soul!