[First Verse]   Ladies and Gentleman      Alright, the crowd looks pissed   There might be a problem here   Who's the scrubby new jack   Loud mouth little fuck, up there?   Hi,(HI!)   My name is promise of stress, skill   I rep the midwest still   I run from the rest, like   King little(?), who that?   Who the fuck he think he is?   I don't know him   so I'll show him little more than nothing   Nope, I will not have that in a song, flat   This place will be about as stable as Iraq   Wide tracks, similar to your girl's hair   Rock socking these, but only got one pair   Just stop mocking me   Just trying to get this place stirred   Just trying to keep it live   Do it up in the Air Force One   Like George Bush   Get retarded   Like George Bush   Wether you're drinking, or bang cocaine   Like George Bush   You've got no room for face (uh-uh)   Who you think you are, George Bush?   Stay the fuck outta my great lakes   Wanna be known from the cities that quake   To the cities that never put on my breaks   Come on!   Rock Kuwati, playing the bombs   Raps and hand claps   They're so long, it kinda worries my Mom!   Till I'm gone, I'm rapping DoomTree   etcetera and so on, and so long   as I can still   Hold a pen in my hand, I will   And I'll write too   spit some shit to excite you      [Chorus]   Peace to the Uh-West   DoomTree!   On this laser beat   No, We keep it Live, Live, Live   Don't stop the body rocking   And keep the head nods nodding all night   Live, Live, Live   When you sick of they shit   Put up a fist   Cause we the people who try to keep it   Live, Live, Live   Come on, who's world is it?   The world is their's   Too many of you think   "It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"      [Second Verse]   So, how many of you   Ladies and Dudes   Check the news   Say "It's fucked up"   But do nothing but say "It's fucked up"   I'm just like you, but to   Tell you the truth   I'm thinking about asking (oh no!)   What he thinks of my nuts   I'm like "tea-bag the government"   But that don't fix our predicament, does it?   Shit makes me sick to my stomach   General populace numb   and that's all folks   How many of you realize you're the butt of the 9-1-1 joke?   Blessed to death that you be better off for us   I'm gonna lift up on your head   So you can wake up   And smell that herb and be cleansed   And get get to get down   It's like get up, and get get to get down      [Spoken]   Nah, I mean like really get really down   Get low, get the fuck under something (Sims!)   They throwing fucking fire-bombs at me   Alright, Now wake up, stretch!   I'm like fuck, FUCK!   It looks like a blue day outside   Yea,blue      [Chorus]   P! to the O,S   DoomTree   On this laser beat   No, We keep it Live, Live, Live   Don't stop the body rocking   And keep the head nods nodding all night   Live, Live, Live   When you sick of the shit   Put up a fist   Cause we the people who try to keep it   Live, Live, Live   Who's world is it?   The world is their's   Too many of you think   "It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"      P.O.S. (Live!, Live!)   Wake up the kids and open eyes (Live!, Live!, Live!, Live!)   I hope to see ya   Too many blind (Right!)   And not too bright (The Time!)   To bring a fork and a knife to get their free meal, yea      [Chorus Modified]   Who's world is it?   The world is their's   Come on   (Whose world is it?)   The world is their's   Come on   The world is their's   Too many of you think   "It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"      DoomTree   On this laser beat   No, We keep it Live, Live, Live   Don't stop the body rocking   And keep the head nods nodding all night   Live, Live, Live   Peace to the Uh-West   DoomTree!   On this laser beat   No, We keep it Live, Live, Live   Who's world is it?   The world is their's   Too many of you think   "It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"   (Alright!)   It ain't, Fucker!      [Outro]   Laser Beak's a fucking genuis, period