Shout Outs

Lyrics

[Intro] Big ups to 3SB, DJ Anton, Cancer, DJ Judo, DJ Crucial Agile One, Diverse, Long Shot, and DJ Sapien Sky, Tiki Ohma, Poor Line Condition, Fresh Nest YO! The Movement, Toki Wright, and the 3 Kings We can't forget Oddjobs, Eyedea, Abilities, Atmosphere, Brother Ali Musab, Joe at Trail Mix, Vicki, Ela, A Skeleton, Northern Spy The Groovenuts Crew, Traditional Methods, or MC Truth Maze Mad props to Martin Devaney, Lazerhawk, The Unknown Prophets The Soviettes, All The Pretty Horses, Dillinger Four, Mark Wheat Mel Gibson and the Pants, Los Nativos, Organic Mind Unit Wes and the Starford Burlesque, Mason Jennings, Bobby DJ Excalibur, Prince Paul, Aceyalone, Carnage and Booka B Illusion, Try-D, his mother, and you, of course [33 second pause] [Verse 1] Bring it back like an afro or faded jeans Everybody's game is tight you can find the scenes A grid (?) as big as a statue but behind the scenes Magic fades away like in Field of Dreams You gotta roll with full steam, you get what you get I'm like Buffy or Hammer, I just won't quit Run around on the track so you know that I'm fit You're like a Milli Vanilli record, your fans feel gipped Now everywhere I go, I go unrecognized I'm not a pop rapper, doller signs in my eyes But I'm driven like a VH1 documentary Even your mom steps to pay compliments to me Great shades of Elvis; head, heart, and pelvis Three wise guys' hive mind says to tell kids They don't always agree; that's okay with me Maybe a lady can debate and persuade the peace [Chorus] Hey mister DJ, drop the beat We wanna show everybody we gots the heat Boys and girls, go and get ready Get on your feet and rock it steady Hey mister DJ, drop the beat We wanna show everybody we gots the heat [Verse 2] We gets dirtier than womens mud wrestling between Two diseased old lepers in a sexual fling We could come off clean like Will Smith In a fight with Mr. Clean in a soap-filled boxing ring And it's a sting operation, you're gonna get caught I'll watch 'em like on TV whether they like it or not They're left to rot, they're like a teacher on The Peanuts They can only say, "wah wah wah wah," I think they suck Did you notice when I'm holding this pen, I flow with my hands Like Chopin or Gauguin over a jam The poetry's bone deep, I know it was planned It's older than man, the throat of the win was throwin' it in (?) Over the land before the roads were choking the open expanse From boulder to sand, only the ocean would crash The notion that cope with the past approaches at last Fast-forward past the part where the corporate corpse commands [Chorus] Hey mister DJ, drop the beat We wanna show everybody we gots the heat Boys and girls, go and get ready Get on your feet and rock it steady Hey mister DJ, drop the beat We wanna show everybody we gots the heat [Verse 3] It's like the lottery, they say you gotta play to win Too many wannabe writers tryna play the pen I try to set it off like the Grinch with a twisted grin But got my foot in the door, we 'bouts to kick it in Now you say that you're fresh, you say that you go chillin' (?) Twinkies stepped in your place, knockin' out your villains So you're waiting for your chance to make your next move Stop starin' at me man, you ain't got nothin' to prove Where'd you get them rhymes? On an assembly line? Now, we seen the way he rocks, and he ain't worth a dime Can't pay no mind, I can't take no breaks You ain't Tony the Tiger, nothin' you do is grrreat Ain't shit on my plate to eat but tasty beats And I latel the soup, happens to be alphabet beef The letters are too hot, beats are too cold Weren't you told about other people's bowls? Lots of cold (?) It ain't that we're the best, but we come correct (?) And there's always progress, no useless excess X amount of bars, obese to get all You're extremely overrated like your name is Randy Moss on the hillside, beats on a platter Everybody talks shit to see who's fatter If you wanna make it hit, better be a good batter Always keep it flowin' like an overactive bladder [Chorus] Hey mister DJ, drop the beat We wanna show everybody we gots the heat Boys and girls, go and get ready Get on your feet and rock it steady Hey mister DJ, drop the beat We wanna show everybody we gots the heat