[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, yo, uh
This is it, yeah it gotta be
It ain't a lottery tickets to a yellowbrick road
No halloween gimmicks
This is just how good
Music sounds when it's proudly presented
Foldin' the lyrics, I'm still in my prime
Visualize the price, it's been around since nine supreme
Drop knowledge back in '99
And now the dream's finally mine
It's a nine to five, uh
Feelin' blessed now, guess why
Yo, I'm stressed out
But nevertheless, I
Do this for my peers
I do it for the diehard fans
Provide good music for your ears like yeah
Now we got sold their souls
If we're goin' all out, yo at last it's incredible
Back on the map with the classic material
The good old boom bap that'll blast out your stereo
[Hook x2]
Do you want it one more time (Yeah)
Tell the DJ "Work the cuts" (Work it up)
We're gonna rock, rock on till the break of dawn
Yeah, my people turn it up (Up up)
[Verse 2]
I don't mean to be egotistic, feebleminded
But when I see the hands to the sky, seems that problems
Disappear for a moment
Clear like the oceans
Devotion in recline there's a silver linin' (Yes)
It don't matter if you're sweatin' over guilty conscience
This'll be the opposite
You knock it till you're stiff and rotten
Think this shit is common
I beg to differ
I hit the [...] heavy hitter
Never give up, we aim for the stars
Hard work payed off, cuz it came from the heart
But I lost some peeps for peeps that I won
In the times of crisis, now we're deeper than none-other
One love, I gotta pay my respect and dues
Cuz it came out when I was less enthus
Here's to you, the reason I kept it true
When I really had nothing left to lose
[Hook x2]
Do you want it one more time (Yeah)
Tell the DJ "Work the cuts" (Work it up)
We're gonna rock, rock on till the break of dawn
Yeah, my people turn it up (Up up)
[Outro Scratches]
Classic material
The good old boom bat that'll blast out your stereo
This is it
Classic material
The good old boom bat that'll blast out your stereo
Woo
Oh yeah
Prop Dylan
The Niceguys
Oh yeah
One more time