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| 7A3 Miscellaneous Drums of Steel [ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ] Stop what you're doin, cause the plane's takin off Miss a second of instructions, and you might get lost In a crazy cloud of madness, [?spanish?] Ultimate extravaganza, the style and finesse Now he's the S-e-a-double n-i-e Father's last name is Bouldin, so he uses the B Captivator of the cuties, understood by few Makin money for a livin, cause this is what we do You just have a man if your soul is hollow The crew has chose to lead cause we never learned to follow So all you who flex, and yo, you know the deal Just listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel Listen to my drummer As my drummer goes bang To my drummer As my drummer goes bang Listen to my drummer As my drummer goes bang [ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ] Good time guaranteed, take no nonsense Yo Muggs, that's your cue, so let the beat commence So all you lovers, watch your girl, cause we'll take em to Utopia Hold her real close, cause we might be scopin her Sean has the dream, I have the vision I think it's 'bout time the coalition starts this mission See, prophets speak with knowledge, the truth they never mitigate Our bond is strong, for no more thou shall desecrate Cold rock a rabble, question when we quibble Don't understand? Then figure out the riddle Cause I'm speakin knowledge, everything's for real Listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel Listen to my drummer As my drummer goes bang To my drummer As my drummer goes bang Listen to my drummer As my drummer goes bang To my drummer As my drummer goes bang, bang [ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ] Inventin lyrics is the motive, and this is the life Live for the moment and rollin the dice Cause gamblers always takin a chance The drums are slammin, so let's all dance Brother, listen to that good old hip-hop music There's no comparison, so don't you confuse it With any other, in a class of its own Some might say it's the vocal tone Word, talkin in English, never speakin in tongues It's the bass in the voices and the air in the lungs Grandmixer Muggs, show em what hip-hop means Baby boys outta Brooklyn, DJ from Queens But now we cool in Cali, live in L.A. Makin money for a livin, livin day by day Even heavy metallers give up and yield When they listen to our drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel Listen to my drummer As my drummer goes bang To my drummer As my drummer goes bang Listen to my drummer As my drummer goes bang To my drummer As my drummer goes bang, bang, bang |
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