Drums Of Steel Lyrics

Drums Of Steel lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ]

 Stop what you're doin, cause the plane's takin off

 Miss a second of instructions, and you might get lost

 In a crazy cloud of madness, [?spanish?]

 Ultimate extravaganza, the style and finesse

 Now he's the S-e-a-double n-i-e

 Father's last name is Bouldin, so he uses the B

 Captivator of the cuties, understood by few

 Makin money for a livin, cause this is what we do

 You just have a man if your soul is hollow

 The crew has chose to lead cause we never learned to follow

 So all you who flex, and yo, you know the deal

 Just listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel

 

 Listen to my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang

 To my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang

 Listen to my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang

 

 [ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]

 Good time guaranteed, take no nonsense

 Yo Muggs, that's your cue, so let the beat commence

 So all you lovers, watch your girl, cause we'll take em to Utopia

 Hold her real close, cause we might be scopin her

 Sean has the dream, I have the vision

 I think it's 'bout time the coalition starts this mission

 See, prophets speak with knowledge, the truth they never mitigate

 Our bond is strong, for no more thou shall desecrate

 Cold rock a rabble, question when we quibble

 Don't understand? Then figure out the riddle

 Cause I'm speakin knowledge, everything's for real

 Listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel

 

 Listen to my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang

 To my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang

 Listen to my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang

 To my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang, bang

 

 [ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]

 Inventin lyrics is the motive, and this is the life

 Live for the moment and rollin the dice

 Cause gamblers always takin a chance

 The drums are slammin, so let's all dance

 Brother, listen to that good old hip-hop music

 There's no comparison, so don't you confuse it

 With any other, in a class of its own

 Some might say it's the vocal tone

 Word, talkin in English, never speakin in tongues

 It's the bass in the voices and the air in the lungs

 Grandmixer Muggs, show em what hip-hop means

 Baby boys outta Brooklyn, DJ from Queens

 But now we cool in Cali, live in L.A.

 Makin money for a livin, livin day by day

 Even heavy metallers give up and yield

 When they listen to our drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel

 

 Listen to my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang

 To my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang

 Listen to my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang

 To my drummer

 As my drummer goes bang, bang, bang