Woorden: Lostprophets. Track 6.

To the beat y'all, check it
Running around town with a beat, yeah, we're coming
Using our smooth rhymes to get your head bumping
Oh no, why
Did you think we were American?
Sorry to disappoint, we're not going that way again
We ain't from Kali
We don't even know what it looks like
But we got the sounds of the style that's just right
Our boys got our backs, and our backs are steady
Cos when the ship goes down, you better be ready
You back it up, back down
Looser coming through, straight through, no fucking around positive to the plain
Told you, you just one taste, to get you hooked, see booked

Tell me, tell me, tell me that we ain't part of this, this time
Size up the which is where we're heading
So, bringing up the rear goose in Top Gun
You ain't watching TV, so don't bother changing the channel
We're live in real time, executing our planet
Nothings gonna change the way we rock and the where, we roll with it
Cos we ain't no slow with it, don't you wish you were smooth as this
Never coming straight, with no worries, just a fist
And don't fuck with that, don't talk shit
It just causes problems to those around it
Check it out


Tell me, tell me, tell me that we ain't part of this, this time
Tell me, tell me, tell me that we ain't part of this, this time

Rock rock on to the beat y'all
Rock rock on to the beat y'all
Rock rock on to the beat y'all till it hits you like this

Tell them what's wrong with me right
Prophets bring the joint
Like everybody, we're all yeah
Prophets bring the joint
Like everybody, we're all bitch

Inside out, boy you turn me upside down, round and round
Inside out, boy you turn me upside down, round and round

Rain fall
Rain fall, when I fall awaya?¦
Yeah