[Chorus: x2]



Gotta be patient, gotta be calm

Just keep pacin, and move on



[Verse One:]



Yo gimme somma that - somma what?  Somma that

over there, yeah who?  Takbir

The one that makes you bump when it ain't hop enough

Don't trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put em up



With the bump and the Mickey's club, freakin Aeon Flux

in a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn

in the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees

with the Three's Company afro, crack the Newcastle



When it's down to the wire, and I'm ready to grab

Pissed off enough, with no other way to react

Another sense rap said to block the thought process

Dressin the bid on my concious



Complex, gotta ?, my game face, in the same place

Wore my hat back, Ryu on my nameplate

Never waste, valuable brainspace, or thang chase

Chill, with the battle drill, that'll kill ? space



[Verse Two:]



Just keep pacin, and move on..

With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak

I got a, million and one things to do in the week

With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak

I got a, million and one things to do in the week



Besides doin the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeep

with the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eat

We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues

Ten dudes, one tomboy, with attitudes

that refuse to have fun, but I don't give a {fuck}

These sparks runnin through the hands, up for $20 bucks



That's a little too much, to even toss in the back

especially when you broke, livin off the scratch

You see it all comes down to the love for music

Short fuse, determinin how well we use it



Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon

of forty-five caliber bass cannon kabooms

Mechanical cartoon cocoons found to bust

to mute the crowd fuse the move ruins the crush



Plus detonator cordless mics are clutched

Fingertips tight around the invisible paintbrush

To the dawn of Egyptian musk, face the style

War trilogy way beyond "Spies Like Us" just



[Chorus: x2]



Gotta be patient, gotta be calm

Just keep pacin, and move on



[Verse Three:]



Yo, I grab the rhythm by the waist and shake my own sound

Droppin it with ?, but my actions tango

Feelin the melodic remedy of an narcotic

Dancefloor cuisine wanna get - you got it

My ? allowed knows how we get down

to these audio effects burn a hole in the ground

With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak

I got a, million and one things to do in the week

With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak

I got a, million and one things to do in the week



Besides doin the freak, I got two in the Jeep

Half black Thai in the back Jew in the front seat

Pumpin loud beats, hit harder than concrete

Calm before tropical storm Chan can bomb peeps



What the plan - what the deal

If I can - then I will

Flowin like grass with the mass appeal

What the plan - I'ma chill

Why man, you feelin ill?

Stop actin like a (bitch) and take an Advil

It's a plan

Yo man, you goin out or what?

Yeah give me five minutes and I'll meet you in the truck



[Chorus: x4]



Gotta be patient, gotta be calm

Just keep pacin, and move on