Take Me Home

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Spinna] Yeah, ladies and gentlemen You're about to be rocked by the mega All these bodacious sounds of the Polyrhythm Addicts, y'all Check it out We got Apani B. Fly and Shabaam Sahdeeq And, uh, Mr. Complex and special guest, uh, Pharoahe Monch And, uh, I am the DJ Spinna And this is how we do it each and every time for your mind Yeah, rock the party, y'all, you know what I'm saying? Yeah, we're 'bout to get busy for y'all One time, uh [Verse 1: Mr. Complex] As far as the show go, you said I can get in free, three or fo' No mo', but I got fifteen with me, so how you like those balls? You don't wanna swing in life, catch a lot of close calls Let me in, so I can send your friends in frenzy like You wanna live it up? Give it up, stop being the stingy type I wanna eat, so I feed mics with rhymes and beats that'll beat Your butt, but that's the surface 'Cause deep down, the sound'll move your feet But if that was the only feature, it would defeat the purpose You can't write a rhyme to make a crackhead stop smoking crack Or make a klepto give it back Or kick a word that'll make a whole herd or even one human being attack That's wack like my backhand swing with a tennis rack Kid, get out my face before you get the smack Like that, boo-doo-boom bap bap, it's like that [Hook: Pharoahe Monch] It's Complex with the lyrical flex to break necks If you don't believe, then check the texts (Take me home) DJ Spinna's a winner, he's no beginner Chopping up beats for you to eat for dinner (Take me home) Shabaam Sahdeeq freak mic techniques Every month of the year, every day of the week (Take me home) Apani B. Fly, you know you can't deny you're like the Stimuli that gets everybody high [Verse 2: Apani] It's really all for you why I do what I do Spend hours thinking 'bout how to break down the truth Spit it out in the vocal booth, mic checked it Inject it into ADATs, carved onto wax So DJs can take me home in record bags Needles dragged and fingers scratched Interpreted in mix format, now I'm back on the shelves In abundance and count the wealth From the proceeds of tapes and CDs For me, this whole emcee thing is a breeze I aim to please, the moment exists to seize Explore locations overseas, where the air tastes fresh when you breathe Make you feel it in your knees Sensations only felt in your dreams Experience divine vibration, in physical formation Be a means of releasing frustration Take me home and put me in your PlayStation [Hook: Pharoahe Monch] Apani B. Fly, you know you can't deny you're like the Stimuli that gets everybody high (Take me home) Complex with the lyrical flex to break necks If you don't believe, then check the texts (Take me home) DJ Spinna's a winner, he's no beginner Chopping up beats for you to eat for dinner (Take me home) Shabaam Sahdeeq freak mic techniques Every month of the year, every day of the week [Verse 3: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Yo, we make moves unseen, ain't seen cream High-strung three with the power to gleam Bring it home like the gold, cash with no fold Plan to own homes in lands where cows roam Plug in your headphones, wackness not condoned Poly cats rock your dome like bricks hitting a hard hat Regardless of traps, brandish the facts, hand 'em the wax If you like it, play that, love it (Spin that) Just a man trying to live out my lifespan, but I can See my life slipping through my hands like grains of sand Can I make it? (Yes, you can) Can I take it? (Yes, you can) To the rest and put it up on the stand So absurd, I'll play herbs to the side Cruise along for the ride, and when I hit skid They slid to the side; it's all fair in war 'Cause we gon' make it happen regardless of all of y'all [Hook: Pharoahe Monch] Shabaam Sahdeeq freak mic techniques Every month of the year, every day of the week (Take me home) Apani B. Fly, you know you can't deny you're like the Stimuli that gets everybody high (Take me home) Complex with the lyrical flex to break necks If you don't believe, then check the texts (Take me home) DJ Spinna's a winner, he's no beginner Chopping up beats for you to eat for dinner [Outro: Scratches by DJ Spinna]