Sweet smells sound summer comin' round A deep breath and get your feet out of the ground When you leave, you'll move enough to make a sound That i hear
When it seems Like the world around you's breaking And it feels Like there's no one else around you And it's quiet There's a silence in the darkness And
[Rae & Christian] You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get Once again Live on Grand Central Next stop - Grand Central [Mike G] Yo! Phone
Makin' my way through life, talkin' to elders and takin' advice Ignorin' their words and payin' the price Livin' in the world where false preachers got us prayin' to Christ
[Royce Da 5'9"] Comin up next is the incredible DJ's and MC's We takin it back to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES... 5-9 is BACK, about to make a nigga
Yeah.....Yo...... Hey yo my cocaine's whiter than colgate, And when Christ come imma go relocate. Finish off the dimes, Big slabs of crack, writin my
thing for you A material girl in a material world Venus, Serena, my cereal girls What you know about havin' dinner on a jet? Make it back before the DJ
her I?mma, I?mma put it on her I?mma, I?mma put it on her) Doin? my two step off of club Pure The girl walks by rockin? Christian Dior We mix it up
my Crew is 2 Live I ascend like Christ and watch you die Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers DJ
track that's jacked Beyond comprehension I believe that I failed to mention that There's a lack of recognition When it comes to His position 'Cause if Christ
to be blind Yo DJ Sprout, I'm gonna press rewind Said now I can see but I used to be blind Yo DJ Sprout, I'm gonna press rewind They call me DJ Sprout
to put their hands in the air An armed robber stepped to a bank And told everyone to put their hands in the air A Christian minister gives his benediction
Where do we go from here? They're boarding up the synagogues, uzis on a street corner You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner The dj
we don't run He's a fool like us just tryin' to have fun Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder Play the radio just a little bit louder DJ playin' that
North American New York's the greatest If you get someone to pay the rent We're from north America It's the furthest you can live from the government Some proud American Christians
Il est dj tard, Plerins, il est grand temps de partir Rangez vos nnuphars, vous n'avez plus le temps de lire Crapauds de goudron, alligators et mannequins
let the Cage outta Alex Through college radio demonstrate the fist, fuck the love ballads Summon demons in my ad libs, fun triplin' Vomit good shit, go feed off dead Christians
's 50 Cent nigga) Muthafucka, uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas (What's up man? Heh, what's up nigga?) And I'll smack the fuckin' shit out your favorite DJ
