Party For The Fight To Write Lyrics - Lucy Ford - Atmosphere

* intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too... 

(Slug) 

Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap 

Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat 

He lies, but only when there's a reason 

Mentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season 

Poor at handling and managing income 

Got enough love to pass around and then some 

Been done, that there a name you can trust 

Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush 

Good with packs, and rips up sacks 

Put the show in biz, try to give what you get 

When you let him run free with the thought 

Pull the line in, try to see what you caught 

I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that great 

I went back to the lab and began to mutate 

Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name 

Ain't a damn thing changed 

But if you like surprises, I know of a party 

Where they all dance around to your heart beat 

Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws 

Lets put a face on this common cause 

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chorus: 

And he said some got pencils and some got guns 

Some know how to stand and some of them run 

We don't get along, but we sing the same song 

Party for the fight to write, and write on 

Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken 

Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open 

The theories, the stories, the truth, the myths 

Its all therapy, on top of turntable riffs 

This industry's big, so big in fact 

We can all get some, and we can give some back 

And if its done correct, we'll make more than noise 

So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys 

As a child Hip Hop made me read books, 

And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook 

And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say 

And all I took in return is a second look 

Son, you're shook, cuz ain't no such thing as half way there 

Gettin' good at actin' like you just don't care 

The circle of life trying to make it square condition 

And self sit still 

And stare... where have all the sheep gone 

Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on 

John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party 

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chorus 

And if I spent anymore time inside my head 

I'd probably need some leather straps attached to my bed 

And if I go another day without eating a meal 

I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real 

And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block 

I swear to God I'll be the first one to call the cops 

And if I gotta hear that song ever again 

You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend 

They mistake me as happy-go-lucky 

Just another base-head bobbin' nobody 

But from where I stand, they sould like spies 

Fillin' all the children's heads with lies 

Well alright, get your money right 

But right now tonight I want you to pick a side 

So when you got your power and you got your cheddar 

Let's get together soldier overthrow this hold and make these roads better 

Bring it on... (right now)... he said bring it on... (right now) 

He looked you in the eye and said bring it on... (right now) 

Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on 

chorus (repeated)