Follow me, everybody spread around, I want you all to hear this Join me, sit down, sit down I wanna tell you guys something, I got story listen I knew this girl named Roulette-lette-lette The coolest woman I ever met, met, met I never tried to hook it up, up But I used to fantasize about the guts Fuck, bust nuts, rush Grab the gold and carry it in your mouth But I'm a try to hold the microphone and turn the party out And if it's the type of crowd that doesn't like to shout, fuck it I'll give 'em something to chew on, something to talk about Snap, crackle pop rock, never had a sawed-off Don't never wanna blow up, cause I never wanna fall off Adjacent to that vacant lot, next to the weed spot Sits a head shop, beneath a tree watching peace talks So let me catch a round of applause So maybe I can persuade some lady out of her bra (come on baby) Ladies and gentlemen... We now ask that you give a warm Minnesota nice welcome to MC I've your man on the mic, you know... Ladies and gentlemen, give it up Put your hands together, put your hands... Cause if we can't do it together We'll do it apart Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start But that's a given Now within the distance of your vision measure the persistence How are you living? I'll smack the whack and sell 'em crack while I'm laying down my mack (I'm trying to tell you homeboy) I'll get sick on a trick, talking shit firm grip on my dick (Ayo bitch I got what you need bitch, yo, yo) I make moves and get loose wearing a camouflage goose (And that's juice, like what, what, what, what) Yes, yes, I never stress Make a mess on the mic sipping a Becks, wearing a vest Cause well, you know It's that Rhyesayer with a razor, truck jewelry, Chuck Taylors (Yo man, pass that blunt kid, yo kid, kid) Tall sharp and handgun, paid a ransom for these pants dun So step off kid you're playing me too close If we can't do it together We'll do it apart Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start But that's a given Now within the distance of your vision measure your persistence How are you living? Killed all the thoughts about killing all the cops No longer get as pissed off when I have to jerk my dick off I just want a mic and a crowd and if that's asking for too much Fine, lemme just have that mic and I'll be alright (I'll be alright) Stuck, between a rock and the sky With an option to buy and I got lost in a lie Tossed them fakes out the door, I ain't your whore I make music, can you feel it? Cool, then I'm a make some more Yes, yes y'all you are now rocking with the best of the mess hall In root to the basement, while Ant drives the vessel All apologies to those insulted By the repulsive vultures that fly loose when I'm seduced by the impulses (By the impulses) Defense mech in effect, protect the rep From all forms of public infliction But listen I love the ripping, so fuck the friction it takes focus off what's the mission (Yo tell 'em what's the mission) To be the man on the mic, to be the man on your mind To be the man that made you push rewind To be that mother fucker over there on that mic You know what that means? That means I can show you what I need you to see, see, see (See here, what you need to do is follow, follow us baby Before you can... what you need to do is see, see, see, see, see) If we can't do it together We'll do it apart Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start But that's a given Now within the distance of your vision measure your persistence How are you living? Measure your persistence How are you living? Measure your persistence Higher living Higher living, higher living How you living? Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher than heaven The music's gonna take you there Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher than heaven The music's gonna take you there Higher, higher, higher, higher...