'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies Immortilized by the realness I bring to it If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music My music, you
Jack, he is a banker Jane, she is a clerk Both of them save their money When they come home from work Sittin' near by the fire Radio does play, look classical music
a New York station And she couldn't believe what she heard at all She started dancin' to that fine, fine, fine, fine music Ohh, her life was saved by
a New York station And she couldn't believe what she heard at all She started dancin' to that fine-fine-fine-fine music Ooohhh, her life was saved by
banker And Jane, baby she is a clerk And both of them save their money honey When they come home from work Sittin' there by the fire The radio does play the classical music
-b-i-ography So many stars? to me that vibrantly shine Velocity's properly thick like mahogany dimes We findin beauty in this urban-gritty usually overlooked by
money that you're saving While the good life passes by It's all the dreams that never came true Cause you're too damn scared to try [CHORUS] x2 Hit the lights Let the music
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne
You're feeling that bass all down the street Jumped out the car on 9-0 I was wearing all white Capezio Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes Couldn't be saved by
beat Ya feeling that bass all down the street Jumped off The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white Capisque Had my 501's, five dunkie rolls Couldn't be saved by
fiend And he smoked up all my ice cream Oops, upside yo' head fo' gettin' licked like a lollipop Let yo? nigga cut, where's my shit? now you get lolli-hopped By
stood in your entry way That place where we used to wait For cars to carry us away Like once in this storm, they drove me and Justin home The music was
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
the best looking angel by far, makes a little mistake, as will happen at parties, and is banished from Heaven forthwith and forever. The centuries fly by
, the projects, nigga One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music
basement and we can discuss statements Thats made on this tape and its whole original The music that we all know and love The music we all enjoy the music
[Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys
Fred: check Slim Shady do the mic kid Eminem: I dont do black music I dont do white music I make fight music for high school kids I put lives at risk