* intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too...      [Slug]   Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap   Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat   He lies, but only when there's a reason   Measures life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season   Poor at handling and managing income   Got enough love to pass around and then some   Been done, that there a name you can trust   Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush   Good with pets, and rips up sets   Put the show in biz, try to give what you get   When you let him run free with the thought   Pull the line in, try to see what you caught   I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that great   I Went back to the lab and began to mutate   Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name   Ain't a damn thing changed   But if you like surprises, I know of a party   Where they all dance around to your heart beat   Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws   Lets put a face on this common cause      chorus:   And he said some got pencils and some got guns   Some know how to stand and some of them run   We don't get along, but we sing the same song   Party for the fight to write, and write on      Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken   Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open   With the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths   Its all therapy, on top of turntable riffs   This indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)   We can all get some, and we can give some back   And if its done correct, we'll make more than noise   So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys   As a child Hip Hop made me read books,   And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook   And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say   And all I took in return is a second look   Son, you're shook, cuz ain't no such thing as half way there   Gettin' good at actin' like you just don't care   The circle of life trying to make it square condition   And self sit still   And Still.. where have all the sheep gone   Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on   John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party      chorus      And if I spent anymore time inside my head   I'd probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed   And if I go another day without eating a meal   I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real   And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block   I Swear to God I'll be the first one to call the cops   And if I gotta hear that song ever again   You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend   They mistake me as happy-go-lucky   Just another base-head bobbin' nobody   But from where I stand, they sould like spies   Fillin' all the children's head with lies   Well alright, get your money right   But right now tonight I want you to pick a side   So when you got your power and you got your chedder   Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better   (Bring it on.. he said bring it on right now) (X2)   Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on      chorus X2