I spit it on the mic just like I've got that vibrato
Don't play with me, for real, you know you love my staccato
I spit it on the mic just like I've got that vibrato
Don't play with me, for real, you know you love my staccato
Work that groove, Brotha,
We choose this studio over all others
But this 'man cave' is wrecked like a piled mess
It's real purpose it's fullfilling, so the boyz don't stress
Building the songs we grew up on, no other role played above them
While he's slightly braggin' about how all the girls love him
You know, his first name's Rico, but the last aint 'Suave'
Still I think I'm quickly learning he's got that cham to parlay
Hittin' his MPC from the engineer's seat
While his Organized Noise is breaking out a new beat
You know, I think he do seem kinda sweet
I feel a little motivated as our groove is co-created
As these boyz interpret my musical wishes, I think I'ma go do the dishes
'Cause I know while I'm in the kithen cleaning up the messes
They'll be in the mixing room cooking up something delicious
And then I'll come back in on the mic and pop a lyric SO nutritious
YO! Don't get it twisted, this Sister came to work
My plays will NOT go unlisted - we're underground, not under-cover
And I'm LOVING this moment like no other
Work that groove, Brotha!
OH!
I spit it on the mic just like I've got that vibrato
Don't play with me, for real, you know you love my staccato
I spit it on the mic just like I've got that vibrato
No playing, people, this is how we do this, Now let's GO!
GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!
I spit it on the mic just like I've got that vibrato
Don't play with me, for real, you know you love my staccato
I spit it on the mic just like I've got that vibrato
Don't play with me, for real, you know you love my staccato
You know I make that Sweet Pop
And turn it into Hip-Hop
From the moment the beat DROPS
From 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 - STOP!
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Anne (October 8th, 2011)
Music TBA 2011 Organized Noize