[Intro]

(Beep) Yo, what's up bro, I'm just calling to let you know what's up

All is good, all is swell over here, I responded to your e-mail

So you know, you can check that, and I got you a little gift

It's called a narghilè, when you get the jawn

But when you get it, man, breathe easy, you know, don't kill yourself

[Verse 1: Asheru]

A worn rhyme book made of suede leather

Letters on the page light as a feather, but... {x3}

Heavy as they come I become one with the drum

Cymbal-tongue, very few can do it better...

A worn rhyme book made of suede leather

Letters on the page light as a feather, but

Heavy as they come I become one with the drum

Cymbal-tongue, very few can do it better

Now, I've been known to do my thing on the mic here and there

Some local some faraway from home

And every place that I've flown, you ask the people that were there

And they tell you how the spot was blown

[Verse 2: Agent 006]

More like blown to bits, the way the bass hits

Thump it in your trunk, I suggest using nothing less than fifteen-inch

Surreal surround, the bass pounds, the highs pierce

Similar to being punched and pinched

The way I describe this is inexplicable, something like a miracle

Absolute bliss, while you were sleeping we accomplished this

Here to make the constipated say that's the shit

[Chorus: Asheru & Agent 006]

I got an idea that I wanna share

You don't like it, so what?, I don't care

Throw your hands up, keep em in the air

Don't wanna roll wit' it? fuck up outta here!

We only rocking for the live ones (right here!) [x2]

I got an idea, that I wanna share

You don't like it, so what? I don't care

[Verse 4: Asheru]

Just spit to make the people take a pause

The result is applause and dropped jaws

Yes y'alls ain't enough these days

I'll believe it when I see your hands raised, where they at now?

That's better, didn't have to persuade you

In the band you know I played the drum major

Teenagers to old timers with Alzheimer's

Thugs, scholars, tree huggers and wall climbers, let's go!

To a different direction on your selection

I'm only glowing your reflection

And if you leave here knowing, then half the battle's already won

I'm glad we making a connection

B.M.I.G., you know the mantra, ya' know Bob Marley Inhaled Ganja

Ya' know that to lock in me in the lab with the same and a pad and a pen

The finished product is bonkers

[Verse 5: Agent 006 with Asheru]

This beat I designed for you to wiggle your butt

Put the CD on repeat and rock on

No matter if you're anorexic or you've got a gut

Put on a show for me, (effort? The pop core? empty the popcorn?)

Now no squares allowed [because we're having a ball]

We do it for the yay high [and the ten feet tall]

Everybody [in the place] get up off the wall

[[We bout to take it all back, yes, yes y'all]]

[Verse 6: Asheru & Agent 006]

Have you ever been to your local venue to see a show that just ain't no good?

(I mean the bammer on stage, he rhyming nonsense nonstop and you wish he would)

So now you mad at your peoples for setting you ass up and saying this was the place to be

(To make the situation worse your friend knew the artist so, nigga, you could've got in free)

And just when you think you gotta head for the door and go back from whence you came

You see your boy getting put in a yoke, and first you think it's a joke

But then you know it ain't a game, when they say...

[Chorus: Asheru & Agent 006]

I got an idea, that I wanna share

You don't like it, so what? I don't care

Throw your hands up, keep em in the air

Don't wanna roll with it, fuck up outta here!

We only rocking for the live ones (right here!) [x2]