Are you ready (are you ready)? Don't hate the black Don't hate the white If you get bit Just hate the bite Make sure your heart is beatin' right How's your backbone How's your eye? Add some bottom on mighty tight

Getting the cool with the happy, they went fire People downing in the middle of the parties again Seems to feel that beat you can't stop bouncing Why don't we keep the rhythm just how it sounds Now people wanna stop the frenzied happening But I need you

Bending corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it Better watch out, cause here we come However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin! Always, dippin Yeah, we keep it gangsta I only rides with my Doggs However you want it Wanna say

On that blue ocean floor If my red eyes don't see you anymore And I can't hear you through the white noise Just send your heartbeat I'll go to the blue ocean floor Where they find us no more Under the water you scream so loud but the silence surrounds

But what do I know? Love can change the world in a moment I'll paint the picture, let me set the scene We could change this whole world with a piano Add a bass, some guitar, grab a beat and away we go I'm just a boy with a one-man show No university, no

Will you hold me tight and not let go? Like a love song on the radio And now your song is on repeat And I’m dancin' on to your heartbeat And when you’re gone, I feel incomplete So if you want the truth I just wanna be part of your symphony Before all I

Breathing slowly, mechanical heartbeat Losing contact with the living Almighty TV plugged, hybrid empty brain Don't see anything real in the game The tension is building constantly No reason just a reflex I have, driven by clockwork I try to keep an eye

So D.J. spin the sounds There ain't no way that your gonna Groove all night Keep the boogie alright Get that sound Everybody just get on down Sit us down Gonna dance 'til we burn this disco out There's a steam beat

Oh baby it's oh so cold in this place Oh maybe it's all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn Until the break of dawn Hearing boots walking into the bar Four men dragging their

Tell me what am I doing? Yeah, real music Yo, ya just get in that, you get in that head space, ya know Somebody get the body bags, working with beats and Put the MC’s in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eating 'em Get away from the