Make It Count

Lyrics

[Intro: Nick Lupi] Uh. Ayy, Joyride. Check me out, [?]. Lot of these MCs I been hearin' lately need to go to sleep with a mirror... need to wake up to 'emselves [?] think of that [?] [Verse 1: Jimmy Nice] Yeah When you rock you [?] like you stopped your watch When I rock crowds flock, dudes stop to watch Hands go round like the top of a clock And the fans don't breath till we leave the spot We all got dreams that we chase like [?] Down by the water like Huckleberry Finny Crew so beast, let me put you on the skinny, though Flows [?] but we should just stay innie Now anybody in 2010 that got a friend That say he rap can get a pen and give it a try But if he ain't called James he's spent half his life Down the drain, [?] flames [?] I They Clark Kent's, they went and bought a suit and tie [?] planes in the sky try to Superman fly Some wanna diss, some wanna dickride Either way you walk it's a very thin line Talk's cheap, you can't use Twitter in a fight You internet [?] don't fit my type (Not at all) We the bold motherfuckers, we the underline Took time, though, out the underground I climb, it's goes [Chorus: Jimmy Nice & Nick Lupi] One for the money and two for the kids Three for the four, five toys in your clique From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick And it goes, one for the money and two for the kids Three for the four, five toys in your clique From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick (yo, Nick) [Verse 2: Nick Lupi] Nah No, you won't need to boost my belief, we gettin' lifted up The man on the moon, gravity can lick a nut Sun is in the sky, Jameson is in the cup Summertime [?] arrive, but we got the windows up Gettin' my zen on, channellin' my inner monk I'm feelin' weightless, tireless, dateless, yeah I'm feelin' good, man, exactly where I should be Feel a certain greatness, damn, this is some good weed (it's good weed) Live and direct from the middle of the road (uh) You seen us at the shows, you know how the story goes (you know it) Meanest with the flows over any audio, but This is more important than the glory, you should know, so Glory to my friends, fuck it, glory to my foes Anybody on the grind gettin' where they wanna go Me, I'm in a state interstate blowin' smoke Tryna make the place shake like the face of [?] [Chorus: Jimmy Nice & Nick Lupi] One for the money and two for the kids Three for the four, five toys in your clique From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick And it goes, one for the money and two for the kids Three for the four, five toys in your clique From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick [Verse 3: Joyride] Nah, you ain't that sick, but we need ambulances Got Tony Danza stanzas, who's the boss of the manner? I'm the boss with some manners, I mind my p's and q's So you're excused if you think that you could fill my shoes Ain't bein' rude, but if it's about to go down Feel free to count me in like James Brown (One, two, three, four) Get on up And if you lookin' for a sure thing bet on us 'Cause we payin' 'bout a dollar-oh-four Every time we step off stage they holler for more But [?] 'cause every track that One Day's on Is as big as [?], the house always win Go on and pop a head spin, [?] fellas Got the kind of ladies makin' all the haters get jealous Mm-hmm, they cut like Cialis 'Cause she starin' into my balls like fortune tellers [Chorus: Jimmy Nice & Nick Lupi] One for the money and two for the kids Three for the four, five toys in your clique From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick And it goes, one for the money and two for the kids Three for the four, five toys in your clique From six through to twelve I'ma school you quick Take a seat, boy, you ain't that sick [Outro: Jimmy Nice] Nah, you ain't that sick. Come on, man, said you ain't that sick. Be real. What on earth did your quack prescribe to you, player? Splash a bit of water on your face. Man, you ain't that sick. Have a aspirin, sleep it off, feel me? I said you ain't that sick. You been on that Panadeine Forte shit for a minute now. You ain't that sick. Enough shit talk from me. Yeah, we outtie