Don Johnson Big Band

Don Johnson Big Band - Two Reasons lyrics

Your rating:

I don't purport to be something i am not, if you supporting me 

But if you taunting me, you're not even in the orbit we 

Inhabit, parameters in order, we the static 

In your quarters, either that or it's panic, disorderly 

Emphatic mode of passion, i storm a beat and never cash in 

Treat the microphone accordingly 

Waiting is fine, i'm waiting in line delayed i get hot 

We came to get live and stay to get high, no way to get stopped 

Whip the chord and leave, lashes on your back, in fact, mortally 

Wounded mc's will feel the power of authority 

And just the thought of me will leave your paralysed with terror 

Wear a helmet for protection, the falling beat 

Is not an error, we drop it to endeavour 

And there's more to me than clever word maneuvering 

We do this for the need of those 

Who understand but can't afford to read 

I give a call to e, let's run it, cause we was born to be 



Two reasons to live on planet earth 

See you fighting for a third makes me wonder can it work 

Well i got that same number but i'm getting mad impatient 

They wanted me to rock the show but didn't want to pay shit 



Just two reasons to live on planet earth 

See you fighting for a third makes me wonder can it work 

I think i got that same number but i'm getting mad impatient 

They wanted me to rock the show 



Eh yo i'm back in the bus-iz-ness, check the way i lace the 

B-iz-eat, my sh-iziz-nit bring you a taste of the str-ez-eet 

All the listeners check your physique i'm about to make you 

Jump, window window, what was sticking to your bumper 

The unbelievable miss outta hell's kitchen 

Tails twitchin, i switch into position and start bitchin' 

Fuck rockin' under with a hammer and a sickle 

See the sweat-trickle-down effect and select 

A new million dollar grin then cool grill you bout a sin 

It's aggravated mic murder go again 

And what you beginning? my word against yours 

This could be the final battle don't look in my eyes 

Unless you know you got your saddle tied up 

I light up to complete what you beginning 



CHORUS 



I'm your father, start a riot in your section 

The e double m is jazzin' up your section 

The camel lead 'em freedom fighting in your section 

And punk is one kiss away from your section 

Got the a-l-f-o-n-s-o in your section 

And got another mad piano flow in your section 



First i cut it to the left, then i boogie to the right 

What? cut it to the left, then i boogie to the right 

Rocking heads down uptown saturday night 

And hope they never catch me running from a battle, we fight 

That's right, lesson number 1 in setting microphones ablaze 

Or a 2nd hand move into a 3rd phase 

4 is my favorite number when it's followed by another 

Huh? i'm rocking this for the 5 percent, brother 

But there's 6 billion other people waiting to discover 

What you wrote? better pay me 7 figures cause i'm broke 

No joke, and 8 is for the haters who provoke 

Mad beef, 9 to 5, no fire, all smoke 

And it's like dat, we under the ground, a thundering sound 

Will bring the beat back to maintain creative control 

The backpack distribution made insane in the cold 

Raiding the stage, who? aiming a blow to amaze you 



CHORUS
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found