Verse:
We spit flows like they chose, and now they’re choosing again.
Drop beats from a master with the tune of the Zen.
Use spreads to paint pictures like a Picasso piece,
and we gon’ party tonight while we’re in the belly of the beast.
There’s no Cease or Desisting when we’re aiming ahead.
Ridah’s go, we say fuck it if it’s green or it’s red.
You be too cautious like it’s mellow like the yellow while we’re painting your blues
Lookin’ for greens in towns we blow through,
So we can bless the microphones and slide across the stages.
Flip pages, maybe do a show out in Vegas.
Network through computers from a space of my own.
King on a thrown.
Do shows out in
Adding up the elements to blast right off.
Transcend the physical to crowds, spittin’ fires abroad!
Chorus:
You… don’t wanna’ see… (they ain’t ready) what y’all do to me inside,
So I’ve concentrated thoughts in words to let you…
You… don’t wanna know… (they ain’t ready) how we rock a show,
The musik goes up, the people clink glasses, they dance we all get down!
