[Verse 1:]

Ladies and Gentleman



Alright, the crowd looks pissed

There might be a problem here

Who's the scrubby new jack

Loud mouth little fuck, up there?

Hi,(HI!)

My name is promise of stress, skill

I rep the midwest still

I run from the rest, like

King little(?), who that?

Who the fuck he think he is?

I don't know him

so I'll show him little more than nothing

Nope, I will not have that in a song, flat

This place will be about as stable as Iraq

Wide tracks, similar to your girl's hair

Rock socking these, but only got one pair

Just stop mocking me

Just trying to get this place stirred

Just trying to keep it live

Do it up in the Air Force One

Like George Bush

Get retarded

Like George Bush

Wether you're drinking, or bang cocaine

Like George Bush

You've got no room for face (uh-uh)

Who you think you are, George Bush?

Stay the fuck outta my great lakes

Wanna be known from the cities that quake

To the cities that never put on my breaks

Come on!

Rock Kuwati, playing the bombs

Raps and hand claps

They're so long, it kinda worries my Mom!

Till I'm gone, I'm rapping DoomTree

etcetera and so on, and so long

as I can still

Hold a pen in my hand, I will

And I'll write too

spit some shit to excite you



[Chorus:]

Peace to the Uh-West

DoomTree!

On this laser beat

No, We keep it Live, Live, Live

Don't stop the body rocking

And keep the head nods nodding all night

Live, Live, Live

When you sick of they shit

Put up a fist

Cause we the people who try to keep it

Live, Live, Live

Come on, who's world is it?

The world is their's

Too many of you think

"It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"



[Verse 2:]

So, how many of you

Ladies and Dudes

Check the news

Say "It's fucked up"

But do nothing but say "It's fucked up"

I'm just like you, but to

Tell you the truth

I'm thinking about asking (oh no!)

What he thinks of my nuts

I'm like "tea-bag the government"

But that don't fix our predicament, does it?

Shit makes me sick to my stomach

General populace numb

and that's all folks

How many of you realize you're the butt of the 9-1-1 joke?

Blessed to death that you be better off for us

I'm gonna lift up on your head

So you can wake up

And smell that herb and be cleansed

And get get to get down

It's like get up, and get get to get down



[Spoken:]

Nah, I mean like really get really down

Get low, get the fuck under something (Sims!)

They throwing fucking fire-bombs at me

Alright, Now wake up, stretch!

I'm like fuck, FUCK!

It looks like a blue day outside

Yea,blue



[Chorus:]

P! to the O,S

DoomTree

On this laser beat

No, We keep it Live, Live, Live

Don't stop the body rocking

And keep the head nods nodding all night

Live, Live, Live

When you sick of the shit

Put up a fist

Cause we the people who try to keep it

Live, Live, Live

Who's world is it?

The world is their's

Too many of you think

"It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"



P.O.S. (Live!, Live!)

Wake up the kids and open eyes (Live!, Live!, Live!, Live!)

I hope to see ya

Too many blind (Right!)

And not too bright (The Time!)

To bring a fork and a knife to get their free meal, yea



[Chorus: Modified]

Who's world is it?

The world is their's

Come on

(Whose world is it?)

The world is their's

Come on

The world is their's

Too many of you think

"It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"



DoomTree

On this laser beat

No, We keep it Live, Live, Live

Don't stop the body rocking

And keep the head nods nodding all night

Live, Live, Live

Peace to the Uh-West

DoomTree!

On this laser beat

No, We keep it Live, Live, Live

Who's world is it?

The world is their's

Too many of you think

"It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"

(Alright!)

It ain't, Fucker!



[Outro:]

Laser Beak's a fucking genuis, period