Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap
Walks amongst 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, 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
Let's 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 'em run
We don't get along, but we sing the same song
Party for the fight to write, well right on

Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken
Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open
With he theories, the stories, the truths, the myths
It's all therapy on top of turn-table riffs

This indutry's big, so big in fact
That we can all get some, and we can give some back
And if it's 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

Oh where have all the sheep gone
Burned down the farm and turned the TV on
John Coltrane, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley
All get invitations to my party

Chorus:
He said some got pencils and some got guns
Some know how to stand and some of 'em run
We don't get along, but we sing the same song
Party for the fight to write, well right on

And if I spent anymore time inside my head
I'd probably need some leather straps attached 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 sound like spies
Fillin' all the children's head with lies

Well all right, 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
Overthrow this hold and make these roads better

Bring it on (right now)
He said bring it on (right now)
He looked you in the eye and said bring it on (right now)
Ain't nothin' but a party y'all
Let's get it on

Chorus:
Some got pencils and some got guns
Some know how to stand and some of 'em run
We don't get along, but we sing the same song
Party for the fight to write, well right on

(repeat)

Chorus:
Some got pencils and some got guns
Some know how to stand and some of 'em run
We don't all get along, but we sing the same song
Party for the fight to write, well right on

(repeat 3x)


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    General Commentthis song has such a sick grove! How has no one yet to comment on this song. "This is it, this is one of those songs that uhh you can sorta clap along to". That statement at the start of this song is so true!
    God1Loves1Uglyon November 01, 2011   Link

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