Damn Right
Hello! Come on
Nice to see you, welcome
How you doing man, this is the place?
You bet it's the place
It's a lot older than what the ad said
Oh it's old, it's real old, a man died in there
Really?
Yeah, during the boom, bad handler
Can we go check it out?
I ain't never been in there, man, no one ain't
No one been in there since the man died
You wanna check it out?
Yeah, I'll give you ten minutes
Yeah, I wanna go check it out
Take a couple pictures
You take whatever you want
Do whatever you want in there, I wouldn't go in
You go hear me, don't break anything in there
You hear me? Don't go breaking anything!
Here, here goes another classic (here goes another classic)
Yeah, let's take it back to
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone
It's God damn right
That's the only way they're gonna hear you
Fresher than fresh
Yeah, yeah
And yo, straight from the motherfucking field
Everything I do is too real, too ill
Said they want rap shit, gotta give 'em rap shit
Run up in your city with that gritty boom bap shit
Yell it to the world, never sleep on me
I'm still tryna wake 'em up, it's a free coffee
This is what you need, this is that tongue-in-cheek
This is that one, two, three
No Sesame Street, but the numbers speak, like, come on
It's going down, I'm 'bout to free fall
I hold it down like a fat kid on a seesaw
I do it bigger than bigger, I do it big y'all
I ain't a baller, but balls bigger than beach balls
I'm locked and loaded this is pure survival
Fuck fame, it killed my idols, Biggie and Michael
And ain't nobody talking making any sense
But people at the shows still sitting in the stands
Yeah (get up, get up)
I bet it all like Pro-Line
I ran it through the goal line, and hit the fucking gold mine
They try to leave me out to dry, hang 'em from the clothesline
But watch me go with Showtime, that's why I pay 'em no mind
Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)
We be busy rocking maybe you're asleep (damn right)
Ain't nobody here ready to leave (damn right)
So here we go (here we go)
Come on, come on
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone
It's God damn right
That's the only way they're gonna hear you
Fresher than fresh
Let me nibble on your nipple and tickle you 'til you giggle
Baby, I keep it dirty since I was simple and little
I scribble these riddles to spin your head like a swivel
I talk my way out of pickles, you talkin' so superficial
We know it, we know it, I keep it hardcore like parkour
Luke against the dark lord like it's Star Wars
I keep it sweating like Rick Ross, flip flops
I took my life into my own hands like criss-cross
Don't even try to correct me (you won't)
Don't even try to understand and dissect me (move on)
And keep your mouth shut, you're talking too recklessly
I'm 'bout to cut your lifeline, like a vasectomy
Successfully, I did this domestically
Without any recipe and kept the integrity
I'm better than I ever been, a legend and a gentleman
Pumping like adrenaline, I'm pain relief like medicine
Man, who bumped the damn turntable?
I know you feeling good, but this could quickly turn fatal
Don't ever stop the music when you rocking like this
'Cause you could lose a great thing like 2Pac in nine six
Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)
We be busy rocking maybe you're asleep (damn right)
Ain't nobody here ready to leave (damn right)
So here we go (here we go)
Come on, come on
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone
It's God damn right
That's the only way they're gonna hear you
Fresher than fresh
Damn right
Luke, where you at? Luke!
Luke?
What are you doing man?
I guess their ten minutes is up