The People`s Choice Lyrics

The People`s Choice lyrics

It's not what you say 

 It's how you say it 

 Give me a microphone 

 On stage, I'll display it 

 Playing me right and you'll get played out 

 Like Polka dots and people will shout 

 Dirty words cause you're a nerd 

 I'm first, you're third 

 It's absurd to think that you heard 

 Better rhymes than these 

 I'm bringing sucker MC's, down to their knees 

 Tease your thoughts like a feather to atoe 

 Although the beat seems slow 

 My groove will still flow 

 My rhymes are soulful art 

 That makes your heart dance 

 Melodic tones move your mind to a quick trance 

 Everytime I rhyme I find the audience is 

 Mine, caught by every line 

 Sparkle like a gem with my golden voice 

  

 POSSE: "Why do they love you man?" 

  

 I'm the people's choice 

  

 CHORUS 

 I wanna thank you for lettin' me 

 Be myself 

 I wanna thank you, uh 

 Thank you baby 

  

 I wanna thank you for lettin' me 

 Be myself 

 I wanna thank you, uh 

 Thank you baby 

 Let's swing it 

  

 Step aside or you'll get stepped on 

 Cause I'm steppin' real hard an my rhymes 

 are real strong 

 Just like Atilla, an MC killer 

 A crowd thriller, no once chiller than the man 

 With the mic in his hand, I"m a trip 

 All the girls on my tip 

 Fellas are jealous so I put in the clip 

 Of my 9-millimeter, GLOCK at my hip 

 fifteen shells all over the place 

 They would chase, if it wouldn't disgrace 

 The date that they came with 

 Cause that would be a dis 

 Tsk, tsk, they don't know what they missed 

 A chance to dance with the man with 

 The golden voice 

  

 POSSE: "Why do they love you, man?" 

  

 I'm the people's choice 

  

 CHORUS 

  

 Sucker MC's - I scare 'em 

 Girlies - I gotta love 'em 

 Rhymes - comin' out of my ears 

 the competition - in tears 

 Slick dance moves - by the dozens 

 Battles - please step up 'cause I love 'em 

 Settin' up suckers like pins on a bowling ball 

 And you're gonna fall 

 You won't hit, it's a bottomless pit 

 Of rhymes, comin' straight from the mind 

 Of a genius, and I can't be modest 

 When I make a threat, you bet I keep it 

 Like a promise, so 

 Shake like a leaf when you see me comin' 

 Frankly, you're better off runnin', fast 

 And don't look back, wack 

 Go take a nap, get off that crack, jack 

 Crowds move by the sound of my golden voice 

  

 POSSE: "Why do they love you, man?" 

  

 I'm the people's choice 

  

 CHORUS