Lyrics

[Hook] It's our sound, big city or small town People are people we goin' all out, out Are y'all down, big city or small town People are people we goin' all out [Verse 1] I pop a collar when I'm breaking a neck I'm the ace in the deck that keeps you placing your bets A taste for direct quotes pacing my steps Deepspace release dates are always taking your check Your favorite radio station's next Chasing charts based with my heart breaks and shaking my chest I pick apart each word until i say it correct My punch lines are puzzle pieces that delays the effect But I'll never fade away Keep the sun in a jar because I'm here to save the day My crew watches cops to catch a glimpse of Flava Flav Sipping on the music quake and stating haterade Designed by divine hairs, my spine is a light stand Cut me off at the waist you can't be half the man that i am It's getting hot in here black tar and white sand And stepping off is your homework assigned man I listen to life like a blind man Compared to fifty cent I'm just shy 5 grand No way they over yet I'll tell you when its done Holla at your boy like you're yelling at your son [Hook] It's our sound, big city or small town People are people we goin' all out, out Are y'all down, big city or small town People are people we goin' all out [Verse 2] I'm a good old boy, red blooded American male Try to define me, but their comparisons fail Bones get shattered if your skeleton's frail And freedoms just a tale that they telling in jail I'm selling em invention in Edison style ideas Rhymes pay my rent for the past 5 years It's dried my tears, defied my fears And I'll be speaking my mind till i die right here I was born in Savannah Bounce town to town until i found my home in Atlanta And my poem is a manner of answer in a session If you've got questions then I've got a few suggestions Lessons I've learned in a small town life Gotta practice every night until the song sounds right Swore the lights were bright when you tried to make it It takes you different places if you've got the guts to say it Spit like my jaws filled with home grown tobacco Running things like i know every single little back road Cut like x-acto from here to El Paso My people are the reason that i rap, oh [Hook] It's our sound, big city or small town People are people we goin' all out, out Are y'all down, big city or small town People are people we goin' all out