Every time I feel the music. Man, I loose it, every time. Every time I feel the music. Man, I loose it, every time. . Yo, check it, check it out, yo, uh-huh.
MC rhymin. Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh. MC, MC, ARYC. Uhh, uh. . MC rhymin, chart climbin with the baguettes, Roley shinin. We smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on it.
[Mega]. Oi oi Runway boys. Yo big up Werd, Deeko, S.O.S. Scotland. All type, everybody out there. Madhat for the link up you already know (get me). This is Streets All Salute.
And fuck whoever thought it wasn't that hard. Fifteen hundred dollar limit dreaming about a black card. Aiming for the stars, with a rocket in the back yard.
Sammy Adams. Comin' up, comin' up.. Yeah, Boston. Matty Trump. Yeah, uh. uh, uh, uh. . I'm comin up, I'm comin up on it. Running airlines from LA to Boston.
Welcome (Yes welcome) to the Salt and Pepa Clubhouse. Now kick it...yeah. . It's me me S A L T. It's me me yes P E P. When we step the party. Everybody's mouth just open and drop.
Don't touch me! Get away from me!. Homeboy you better stop it keep up you're gonna get it. Your mouth is gettin' sassy don't make me have to hit it. 'cause when I heard about you my teeth just gritted.
Don't touch me! get away from me!. Homeboy, you better stop it, keep up you're gonna get it. Your mouth is gettin' sassy, don't make me have to hit it.
Get down with the party. (Wanna hang). I'm the Big Kahuna I got the whole shebang. I got the champagne and the ha, ha. (Ah). You know who we are. . Get down with the party.
Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea. He stays up with me and we discuss things. Most of the time he just listens. Other times offers suggestions or he just ignores my questions.
They'VE said it every year but this times it seems like. The end is near and i'm in line to see the light. How far does this black tunnel go. I got a car but the gas is running low.
[random sample]. To All them people who said I wouldn't last. Don't make me laugh, don't make me laugh. . [Sage Francis]. I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute.
I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute. With a toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot. And all is well because there's been one too many shots.
(verse). Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost. scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts. My head's close to your closet door..
Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light show. Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus. The Earth...manipulates itself beneath me.
[Chorus]. Can I kick it? (yes you can) {*3X*}. Well I'm gone (go on then). . Can I kick it,to all my people who get wicked like Sage does. before this did you know what my real name was.
Author: Sage Francis. . We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/. Now here she comes...walking through the door...giving that look. Since/.
I'm cruisin, I'm losin money on gas. I pass a car with a star in it, I stare. For a minute, but that's the limit. Otherwise gas won't be the only thing.
Each and every time, when I see that eye. Not going to give into her. Really round eyes, they reel me in. Hook line and sink, for I can't blink. . I'm all in her mouth, and she's in my arms.