Ever get the feeling no one`s got your back
Caught up in themselves livin` lies besides the fact
Somehow you`re going on an opposite track
As we recover from another social heart attack
You think you see between the lines
But you can`t see through dollar signs
So sick and tasteless now
Immature and faceless how
Can I even sleep at night you ask
You say you`re a pacifist
Instead you wave your fist
And all the while it becomes the end again
Make up your mind cause I can`t decide
You think uniqueulism makes you dignified
You can`t see with half opened eyes
You think you`re standing up instead you`re falling far behind
What I do is what I choose which makes it my decision
If your life was a book your story would be fiction
Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion
It`s number 32 now here`s the situation
If the beat moves your feet then don`t change the station
Pack your bags cause we`re leaving on a permanent vacation
Well, I`m a disaster
A microphone master
Put on the tape and rock yout ghetto blaster
It`s not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
I`m Dave Brown Sound and you see me running late
Cause I`m always making time to make your girlie feel great
And I`m Bizzy D from way down town
I`m known to rock a mic like a king was a crown
When I`m on top I`m gonna borrow that bootie
Hustling deals like Micky Macoote
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon
Start off the day with my arteries shaking
ROCK!
It`s what were all about it`s what we live for
C`mon and shout it out [x4]
You see me
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