Bring It to the Masses

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Player do what I told you The track's gonna fold you You still mad about the oregano I sold you? I hold you responsible for your own actions Fuck around and get your face wrecked like Michael Jackson's Not a has-been yet but I ain't no rookie neither Got an off beat style to make you dance or have a seizure Either or it don't matter to me The whole world's running down like a battery be And I'm on Avenue B with a sign that says "God's coming" And all y'all pushers and cops better start running 'Cause when she arrives she's gonna be pissed as hell Or out on Canal with t-shirts to sell I'm trying to change the world before I change my mind In these changing times I find it strange that I'm still sane watching the world gone mad Posted up on the Ave with a pen and a pad [Hook] Pete Miser, bring it to the masses [Verse 2] Now for the record it's a... Celebration, tune into your local station Apocalypse now from the foul mouth half-Asian Pedro hey yo lay low if you hate bro Ain't no need for you to move without my say so Stage show poppin' stoppin' them in their And-1s Handsome lyrical phantom with fans that span from All corners of the globe, cold like a la mode Phone tapped now I'm speaking in code like (Shout out to the Last Poets) That's just the start of it Retarded shit every time I rhyme then I departed with A flash of light mashin' right out the area Young player making waves like an aircraft carrier Staring your clique down my shit pounds I spit sounds so cold even the thermostat gets down I flip frowns downside up And then rewind if you ain't had enough [Hook] Pete Miser, bring it to the masses