we rock the mic

Lyrics

, soi, beat mot, game on it, where ya at, old school, i'ma take you way back, waaaay back, yo yo, as it goes a little something like this, yo it's the k to the j, j to the five, five to the two, it's time to get live, party people in the house if you're feeling all right, throw your hands in the air wave them side to side, you can dip dip dive you can socialize, you can lime to the lemon, you can lemon to the lime, but nine years ago a friend of mine, hit me up just to ask the time, i'm looking at my watch it said quarter to twelve, he shook his head, he had something to tell, he said "check it my brother now it's plain to see, i'm going to make it plain just as plain can be", 'cause you her and you there, but a life without christ ain't going nowhere, and i was just like you i was jamming on it, then he sang a little song a little something like this hit it. we rock the mic in a different way, just two turntables and a fresh dj, party people in the house are you feeling ok, then let the record play all night all day, stop a second i need to hear more, he said "i came through the door and i said it before", but you didn't listen to me this first time, so open your mind and let me open your eyes, 'cause the blind lead the blind can't you see that my brother, it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder, you going under and you blind to the facts, it ain't where you from and it ain't where you at, it ain't the radio, cazals or kangol hat, now you be illing and it's like that, your life's wack just broken pieces, you got adidas but you ain't got jesus, and a hotel, a motel or a holiday inn, now it don't mean nothing 'cause your life keeps fronting, and you still lost in sin, i said a hotel, a motel, or a holiday inn, now it don't mean nothing 'cause your life keeps fronting, and you still lost in sin help me say it like. i aint no joke 'cause your life's broke, but now i'm glad that we spoke, 'cause pretty soon you choke, and everything you see is goin' up in smoke, so what's your hope you gonna sink or float, one day you croke and one thing i'll tell, you goanna rock the bells all the way to hell, and all the ball is shot, god is making paper, all the players you goanna catch babies, la-de da-de, who likes to party, you think you the man but you really aint nobody, it was the lamb who was led to the slaughter, rolls beneath me the planet rock like bam-botta, the one who owns the play just like the car-da, the one who is the spirit, son and the father, the one who's eyes last sea and the water, god's son we welcome back like carter, all night all day, all night all day, yeah, fresh, for 2000, you sucker