Serious Attitude

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Tick-tick-tock, the clock struck eight I pick up my ink pen and I try to create With a serious attitude, I gotta send a New record for the crowd, comprende? At 8:09, the troops walked in Said "The record is right, so Hollywood, perfect the track" No problem, we've done it before So this time, brother, we gotta make sure That it's smooth enough, groovin' with incentive Attitude's all serious and positive I take a look at the crowd on the dance floor Pay attention and I give 'em what they're askin' for Somethin' fast, somethin' slow, whatever In return, they say "That boy's clever" The lyrical array of the duo Twin Hype I'm very serious on the mic I'm never playin' a game, I came to ease your pain Listen, I'm puttin' knowledge into your brain You wanna face? Forget it, dude No competition for the brother with a serious attitude I got a serious attitude [Verse 2] I got a serious attitude, and I mean business Rap's my profession and I'm in to win this Move, cause it's time to show and prove You kick the wick-wack, I kick the blues 'Cause on stage, I'm willin' to grab the mic For excitement, for a lyrical fight Twin Hype in stereo Hollywood, kick the tempo, and I'll flow Wanna make a name for rap With a message, a sort of meaningful format Inject the tape, press play, and listen As I prove I'm best without dissin' The brothers, we're all hip-hop lovers I'm the fanatic, the theme is another I got the time, you got the time Servin' pleasure and pain with these rhymes I get upset when you fail to give respect To the man who made you feel pathetic Placin' you in the mood And I'm doin' it with a serious attitude I got a serious attitude [Verse 3] The subject, serious attitude I ain't playin', show some gratitude For the brother that made your hands clap Made you dance, made your feet tap to a rap Complex? Nah, here's how I do it Maintain my format, and flow through it Those in the audience, join the caravan I'm takin' ladies and gentlemen to the promised land With a serious attitude You ain't dancin'? That's rather rude I might pull out my twelve-gauge mic And start firing dynamite to make your feet ignite Twin Hype, the microphone parasites Toy rappers, take it light I'm no comedian, no need to laugh Boy, I'm a superstar, you want my autograph? Yo, twin, you broke Naw, boy, I'm dope Makin' MCs choke 'cause they can't cope I make lyrics to put you in the mood Twin Hype, the brothers with the serious attitude I got a serious attitude I got a serious attitude