Symphony In X Major Lyrics - Man Vs Machine - Xzibit

Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world 

My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script 

If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick 

How she actin' off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit 

We don't need conversation, just crowd participation 

If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations 

Seperate myself from y'all, segregation 

Tryin' to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation 

Pure elevation, got me some inspiration 

Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation 

Got a live occupation, live for the moment 

I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin' my opponents 

I got eyes in the back of my head 

I never sleep so they bloodshot red 

Yo, we so far ahead of our time 

If we can stop life and press rewind 

You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up 

Turn it up, turn it up 

This is it, this is it 

We the shit, we the shit 

Get with it 

Give a fuck, give a fuck 

Who you wit', who you wit' 

Turn it up, turn it up 

Get with it 

Truthfully speakin', it's lonely up here all by myself 

So I had to come down and pass around some help 

From N.W.A to whatever's next 

Make sure it says, "Andre Young", in bold letters on big checks 

Your shit ain't sellin'? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it 

You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it 

One session, one song, I'm gone 

The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born 

To add to my universe, let me show you 

Who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst 

Warning from the Surgeon General 

Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical 

Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was? 

Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz 

Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was 

Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck 

Turn it up, turn it up 

This is it, this is it 

We the shit, we the shit 

Get with it 

Give a fuck, give a fuck 

Who you wit', who you wit' 

Turn it up, turn it up 

Get with it 

Stay, in your place 

You can't face, what we bringin' 

What we bring to the game, playa 

Bounce like this 

Blaze your shit 

And get high for me 

Let me give y'all niggaz somethin' to hold 

This product not to be sold 

Know you can't cook it over a stove 

You can flip it and come back with a mitt 

Don't make me reach through your limo tint 

I just want my twenty percent 

This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon 

I think I'll stop shootin' you niggaz and shoot for the moon 

Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch 

I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin' a white bitch 

Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss 

X holdin' this, I'm never losin faith or focus 

So say what you gotta say, everyday a holiday 

We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin' spot away 

Organize permission like, organized crime 

Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes 

Organized vocab, be organizing my rhymes 

Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up 

Turn it up, turn it up 

This is it, this is it 

We the shit, we the shit 

Get with it 

Give a fuck, give a fuck 

Who you wit', who you wit' 

Turn it up, turn it up 

Get with it