I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit! When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blast Your flow's garbage, I throw it in the trash I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit Rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip Your

Maybe there's a good God, damn Could there be a good God? Damn When the times get rough To your oldest friends With the good God damn Maybe there's a good God If He made you You want to get messed up? Put your favorite record on baby

Don't put the blame on me I'm only human after all Don't put your blame on me 'Cause I'm only human after all Some people out of luck Some people think I can solve them Lord heavens above For making you cry I do what I can

We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go On the roof and listen to the miracles Echo to the alley down below There's a soul in the city Bring over some of you old Motown records Bring over some of your old Motown records Let's dance together

And the record won't stop skipping And the lies just won't stop slipping And besides my reputation's on the line We can fake it for the airwaves Force our smiles, baby, half dead From comparing myself to everyone else around me Everyone else around me

I've got a pocket full of pretty green I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine I'm gonna put it in the juke box It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade This is the pretty green, this is society You can't do nothing unless it's in the pocket, oh

Hey Mister D.J. Put a record on I want to dance with my baby Music makes the people come together Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel And when the music starts I never want to stop It's gonna drive me crazy