Atmosphere Party For The Fight To Write Lyrics

Party For The Fight To Write Lyrics

* intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too...

 

 [Slug]

 Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap

 Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat

 He lies, but only when there's a reason

 Mentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season

 Poor at handling and managing income

 Got enough love to pass around and then some

 Been done, that there a name you can trust

 Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush

 Good with packs, and rips up sacks

 Put the show in biz, try to give what you get

 When you let him run free with the thought

 Pull the line in, try to see what you caught

 I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that great

 I Went back to the lab and began to mutate

 Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name

 Ain't a damn thing changed

 But if you like surprises, I know of a party

 Where they all dance around to your heart beat

 Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws

 Lets put a face on this common cause

 

 chorus:

 And he said some got pencils and some got guns

 Some know how to stand and some of them run

 We don't get along, but we sing the same song

 Party for the fight to write, and write on

 

 Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken

 Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open

 The theories, the stories, the truths, the myths

 Its all therapy, on top of turntablists

 This indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)

 We can all get some, and we can give some back

 And if its done correct, we'll make more than noise

 So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys

 As a child Hip Hop made me read books,

 And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook

 And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say

 And all I took in return is a second look

 Son, you're shook, cuz ain't no such thing as half way there

 Gettin' good at actin' like you just don't care

 The circle of life trying to make it square condition

 And self sit still

 And Still.. where have all the sheep gone

 Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on

 John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party

 

 chorus

 

 And if I spent anymore time inside my head

 I'd probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed

 And if I go another day without eating a meal

 I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real

 And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block

 I Swear to God I'll be the first one to call the cops

 And if I gotta hear that song ever again

 You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend

 They mistake me as happy-go-lucky

 Just another base-head bobbin' nobody

 But from where I stand, they sould like spies

 Fillin' all the children's head with lies

 Well alright, get your money right

 But right now tonight I want you to pick a side

 So when you got your power and you got your chedder

 Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better

 Bring it on.. he said bring it on (right now)

 Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on

 

 chorus