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We try some things
Turn it up, turn it up
Yeah
Uh
Metaphor, that's what's up
Oh No, that's what's up
Wildchild, that's what's up
DJ Romez, that's what's up
Yo
Some niggas be sampling the same ass shit
Some niggas be looping up the played out hits
But that's more for me plus the peeps I'm down with
We strive to create some way out other shit
This for my people who grew up staring at album covers
The sons and daughters of dust, our mothers proud of us
From Johannesburg to Palestine to Cow Cutter
These mouth breathers, mad cow eaters could never outrun us
Devout brothers, their mothers call us rhyme sayers
When I'm on stage, my mouth utters divine prayers
It's like a reflex, you lames respect the rejects with the defects
You people got it twisted like Keef sweat
The record player been cued up
Since long before LMA was booed up 'cause music's my true love
Born out of hardship and made for those who go through it
So all the gangsters I know, they love soul music
From Rotary Connection, Memory Band to Les McCann
We rocking with the Bobby Blue Bland
Felix Hernandez on Saturdays when I'm cleaning up
Hal Jackson on Sunday mornings, the deeper cuts
True master builders raising houses and master teachers bumping
Hugh Masekela with the score to Serafina thumping
Ohio Players to Grace Jones, Jamaican guy
Bumping that Bobby Caldwell, open your eyes
Joe Sample on my wildest dreams
Bill Withers, Gordon McDermott from Isaac Hayes to Grant Green
Roy Ayers to James Brown and his famous flames
Roberta Flack to Donald Byrd to Bob James
Inherited my father's records, now I know the classics
Come to the show if you wanna see the GOAT in action
Promoters asking if I'm showing up with Otis Jackson
They scared to look us in the mugs like we soul assassins
Make me come alive
Make me wanna fly
When you feeling high
Each and every time
Oh, yes
Make me feel alive
Can you feel alive?
Make me feel alive
Can you feel alive?
Music in my heart
Music that's my soul
Running through my veins
I can't leave it alone
Your folks and all your friends
Made you commit a sin
Your folks and all your friends
Made you commit a sin
Do you recall the things that you
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