Man on the phone: “I think there was a sense of danger about you, but I actually think that they fucked up by not having that in the role I think it makes it a much more exciting character as upposed to a cookiecutter I mean, but I can understand why Lorenzo wanted you I mean, I think the studio really fucked up, to tell you the truth I mean, the jerk, I mean you, like you said, intensity that actually makes it work And you look great and you know, you actually act your way through it and left me on to something, you act your way through”
Many faces, not many, many people know me, you can’t hold me never know who I’m gonna be from the day till next day you cant hold me down, son, what I say, what I say Rippin’ up the competition daily If you wanna see me work, than fuckin’ pay me Never seen the sun shine in the shady sides of slavery, never made me Need fix, woman to the geezer underneath him where the flowers grow you wanna see a soul, come check it to the o exec Wanna make it something else but we couldn’t fake it, we took it to the top Bring it back to the buck and we never stop with a recollecca microphone check you can’t knock, not a live stock, wonderly I can’t killa nor a drug-deala-eala
REFRAIN: As time goes by, you will see that we’re going to be free, you and me, we’ll touch the sky and you see in your mind
I see a lot of people trying, but they ain’t doin’ it proper Let me stop you, right there, dead in your tracks before you spend a lot of money tryin’ to work out how to act it’s a fact, didn’t have to work hard for it, I was born with it God give it, to me on the date of my delivery, back in 1977, I see Go home, ‘cause I can do this whole thing alone, if they call me you can’t hold me. I’m ethics, it’s effortless, it’s pathetic Me and my ego we go round like weebles wobble but they dont fall down all around the town crown me the king who’s the joker me and my DJ brings the wriggin’s and the soldiers, hobo’s
REFRAIN
It’s not a question of if it’s when I’ma break through I’m gonna take you all out, all out at the paramedics ethics in the mix, at the flicks at the licks of this cover-shit Who’s on got the mix, it’s a fucking hit Yes, I’ve done rejection, son, it’s from London that we come Take a look around you clown, that’s the way that we gets down You want trouble I can bring it in a seconds turn this whole atmosphere in the depths of despair out there Shouldn’t even be here, should have died last year at rehab But who fuckin care, poor me, poor me Pour me another drink, sink who you fuckin’ ships Should have done a river, i don’t givva God loves me, sits above me, sshines upon me and you know it’s lovely