We can take it back to Locust Street, kick it all out tonight
It don’t matter where we meet
Because I keep blue ribbons tight
So if u wanna get up, clap ur hands, if u wanna get up, clap ur hands
U gotta get up, get’em up, throw ur fist up, and disrupt your life
your world could burn tonight

I got my people buggin’
No time for shoulder shruggin’
No time for girls that wonder why they cannot get no loving
U got a voice so use it; I’ll grab a mic and choose it
Sit and watch me overthrow the dice and never lose it
This ain’t a game love, its how we came up
It’s how we live and we’re just trying to make the stage jump
I’ll grab your face son - so clown me when you’re looking at me
And wonder why I gripped you up just for looking at me

Throw the hating at me, you’re getting played like khaki
The world’s a bullet, got my name, and now it’s spraying at me
So many faces passing by I hear them saying at me
Lining up like little girls and bodies laying at me
Feel my anxiety, Colors and variety; see some artistry inside a burnt society
I got it say it like, 3 or 4 times, just get into your head that my life’s on the line

We can take it back to Bourbon Street, in the red district light
It don’t surprise how we collide, this fuse and dynamite
So if u wanna get up, clap ur hands, if u wanna get up, clap ur hands
U gotta get up, get’em up, throw ur fist up, and disrupt your life, your world could burn tonight

I’m overflowing with, a feeling of regret
Another shot and twist of lime to make the mind forget
Like the land before the time and we’re rewinding it
Draw a line of solid rhymes and shine inside a silhouette
Hear the violins, sing a song of violence
Strumming mandolins inside a speeding ambulance
U know the answer is, silence in apocalypse
toasting wine and reminisce the bliss beneath the cold abyss

Insist the hating on me; this game is weighing on me
I get the feeling the entire world is praying on me
Every face I see is just a rock to drop upon me
Take a block and knock it on me, you’re the key to lock it on me
Feel my anxiety, colors and variety; see some artistry inside a burnt society
I got it say it like, 3 or 4 times, Just get into your head that my life’s on the line