Big Beat Evangelists

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2 Skinnee J’s - Pop

Big Beat Evangelists

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I do it, I do it I do it, I do it Something strange is happening, something strange is happening I don't know where to begin, but something strange is happening I do it this way, from the first to the seventh day Stay on target like an X-Wing flexing my brain as I state my claim That my aim is to do this properly watch me Dismiss your sovereign promptly As if my soul could be another man's property you've got to be joking Think a minute about what you've been smoking Before you start choking, and gasping, and asking Who knew, it's simple, I'm cheeky like dimple I jump up, I get the thumbs up like a thimble It ain't what your thinking though, I'm known to be pro To kick over thrones and leave governments overthrown Charismatic with the verbal acrobatics Top gun take your breath away and leave you asthmatic It's automatic that my standards are raised through the attic and my tone is Emphatic Feel the movement it's fluid like sand in the hourglass How could I stand to let even a single hour pass, without Delving ahead and thinking fall back I take to the sky, you're grounded on the tarmac If there's a mic to be rocked, I will throw the first stone across time zones Superfly zones with my rhyme zones I'm not alone, my friends found by a throng We recitin' rhymes so we can sing along, so sing along We got the tasty treats to fill your mouth so open wide We serve poetic justice, stay open all night While I, can't understand why shit gets held high Those fans that won't die, they just won't, so I Sleepwalk, just street talk like somnambulists We rock like amethyst, we rare like ambergris, it's scandalous music planned by avarice You're solely misinformed like C-Span panelist I never planned for this, big beat evangelist Whack track antagonist, pass raps through dialysis, but we stand by this So here's a code to those who know to throw up your right fist like this And when it pours you know it's raining These rats and races got me pistol whipped like stamens I ain't complaining though just hopping off this fence When it's all said and done things will finally come together and make Some sense

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