[Intro]

[Hook: K-os]

Oh, over and over

You should try

Again

Yea

[Verse 1: K-os]

Road rage, I'm hungry everyday

I rap to lay tracks, rappers rap to get laid

They want to get paid, I don't blame them

But still I flame up with this microphone

I'm the mad rapper, I hate'em

Hate's a strong word, but so is loving rap

So let your gun clap if you're an emcee like that

I'm not a thug, I just represent everything that's overdubbed

Where my people at, show me love

And in the club I try to roll with the best of them

Popping bottles is [?] mentality that's like a decimal point

I'm not a hater, but I hail from south of the equator

Where the sunlight is greater, It's still a vager

I'm not a player, I'm just a black record that wants to get played

So DJ cross the fader

Sooner or later we're all gonna meet our maker

So throw your hands in the sky, I'm the crusader like

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Don't even ask how the high feel

Ask how do I feel, probly how the sky feel

These jokers come in sideways like in Seinfeld

All the grapes of wrath intertwined like a vine still

Physically I'm ill walking through a mine field

With a straw sticking out a Molotov cocktail

21 grams of soul on a rock scale

Probably burn like flaming coals on a hot grill

Well if the afterlife is absolutely not real

Then when you finish you just gone, it's a done deal

Beyond that my heart beat is like a drum fill

As if I'm living on the run with a gun still

Bring the hero back, he'd a taken care of that

Cause his words get it to the Ginsbergs and Kerouacs

Sound stuck inside your head like earwax

Whole thing something out of Hollywood like Miramax

[Hook]