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Here the pistols pump, here the engine roar Thats my heart and soul trying to bend the law It's a beautiful night to fly like a phoenix Bang the beat and get high like I'm Jesus I had a choice before i got lost on the canvas Conform to the norm, or go off on a tangent To a field of dreams, we built it with no bucks So I aimed for the stars and tilted my scope up Suddenly at gigs we were packing the floor, having 'em roar It took 2 LP's to get a crack in the door Here's Johnny, but I'm happy of course I talk total true thoughts Songtextewhen I'm tackling tours Matter fact, I just rap, not a cat with a Porsche I'm a tug-of-war of words whirling backwards and fowards And I cant get enough of this feeling, blaze the bonfire up on this beach and Welcome to Woodstock 2 double o 8 You better buckle up, this ride has no breaks I'm 'a fang the bitch, till it flames out the back Out of control like a train off it's tracks You know God damn well who burnt the house down Buried the bullshit and turned the sound round B.E.I, we bring it back to Basics And get the whole crowd ape shit ~Hook: Well I've been slaving for 5 days, and finally the weekend's arrived The walls and roof is on fire, now that's what I call saturday night See if the vibe is right and the beat is tight Trust me my brother we gon' eat tonight And that's a 7 course meal for my people in the gutter If we all can't share, I ain't eating mutherfucker I went down to the woods and took a look into my soul and A kaleidoscope of colours started cooking in my couldren In a dark world I gotta fight through the cruel night Spread my wings, take flight into moonlight Im just basking in the sunshine of fates soothing innocence Painting with a personal pallet of moving images I am my lifes editor, you bet i might be that Jedi Knight on your red eye flight Direct like Billy Walsh, I'm in charge like the Dalai Lama Roll with my Entourage like Johnny Drama Sky surf a computer of destiny Back at the Bliss batch, booze and Buddha is the recipe It's a baboon bash, a barbarian ball Where we all get together and we never get bored Yeah we're clever with the swords, looked what popped out bitch Came stomping through your hood with this knock out shit ~Hook~ I don't move crack rock in a fat sock I move dope rhymes snap locked in a laptop Going 80 on the freeway, chillin with my DJ hot to trot and we drop with no delay This is my heart and soul bra, my art and culture We hold this bitch down like Spartan soldiers So God forsake me for tellin my rhyme But big Macka does tell it on time With the sirens blaring I rock the damn Richter I'm the fire Aries, the cosmic transmitter I cant complain that you dont know my name And if that's the case then baby please let me explain It be that Lumberjack Macka and Johnathon Coltrane Izm in the back, digging through the wax, doing his thing God forsake me God forsake what we do in the hood God forsake me God forsake what we do in the hood God forsake me God forsake what we do in the hood God forsake me big Macka is up to no good ~Hook~ x2 ~Eso Ending x 2: Put the pedal to the metal, I'm on another level, you cannot bring me down I never settle with the devil, I'm a renegrade rebel, you got to feel me now (Thanks to jessi93 for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania