[Intro Al Green] Love and Happiness yeah Something that can make you do wrong, make you do right Love [Verse 1 Oliver] Yeah, JCM, Oliver, Forty7 on the track Yeah, we got that Lets take it back to the days of the one, two, three When you could flex on the mic to a certain degree Because the public didnt care about your currency They wanted Run DMCs and Public Enemies Back when backpacking was more than just a tactic And if you couldnt rhyme, then brother you couldnt hack it The fact is with, the right mixing you could mask it But bars are barsif you dont got em you dont have it Fuck defending our genre and our sound But the facts are the facts, Im done backing down With a pen and paper youll see how we get down This is on wax so no fucking around Cause Im naughty by nature, Im here to displace ya Im here with the bass, to debase and erase ya You get one shot, if you miss me then you blew it Quit? Im not gon be able to do it [Verse 2 JCM] You see that? Yall see that right there? Yall dont understand it man ayo this is hiphop Ay, we got that Now I know we carry young, new blood But age cant take away from that old school love Dont mean new shit aint the business, but some kids who fuckin with it Gripping mics and think theyre raw like they dont use gloves No contracept can counteract the wack Dudes left the game bruised in back, slapped with a bat, oooh A few bastard children after the fact Tell me whose venues gon ask for your ass back? Calling in the clean crews and HAZMATS Fans shouldnt wanna have cash back, and thats that And thats where I come in, makin it live again You killed the clubs? Im reviving them Bottom line, there aint no facing me Because any space that I grace becomes the place to be Try and stay with my pace if you can take the heat And if you cant, then proceed to leave, believe [Bridge Oliver JCM] Yall didnt think we were done, did you? Yeah, this one goes out to Big Daddy Kane, Treach, Funkmaster Flex And everyone else whos come before us Count me in Three, two, one [Verse 3 Oliver JCM] So my pen goes Clickclack, get back, this is an attack, and uh Take that with a vat, pack us in with that Old school and look at that, in five seconds flat You have a lyrical gatt firing musical crack And that smack interacts, giving you panic attacks Cause that wack shit you been hearing is just holding you back Your ass has been jacked by rap been talkin bout stacks But well have our say, its only the opening act Hey, what about them Joes who keep knocking the flow? Watching us roll but doubting how far we can go Dope now, still a thousand more levels to grow How do we let em know our sound is ready to blow? Crank that volume to eleven, deafen the room Heaven doesnt sound this sweet, pure or what have you JCM when your namesake came from above He said spit the truth and they will come And far be it from me to believe otherwise Beneath the skies we breathe in, and we keep our minds Open, and eyes wide, hope the for the cries To die down, when they hear our sound J, tell em how we get down This is the shit that well look back and call timeless Or find up in the attic, dust it off to remind us Who climbed up to the top, a couple of rhymers Took the feeling we love and brought it back like recliners Fire up your Walkmans and phonographs Or new Zunes and iPods with photographs Play it loud right now til you know they mad Its bout the feeling man, it aint for them to understand [Outro Al Green] Wait a minute somethings going wrong Someones on the phone
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