Dilated Peoples - Reservation for One текст песни

[evidence]

Yo, accept defeat as I drop after the heat

Dont provoke, come fully equipped

Daggered and cloak

So what you wanna do?

I came in bumpin jack of spades

You came in wit two of hearts by stacey q?

Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no rise

My djs in the shadows, I perform, show my soul side

To the audience, programmed intelligent

Active ingredient, balance, find the medium

It rains, let it hail, dont front my shit is ill

Tomorrows on your voice mail, digest it like a pill

Lost my jones for cigarettes, my lungs aint charred

Yo my sentences are full, I average eight words per bar

Babs, forgive em, they know not what they doin

They built for themselves, thats why they places lay in ruins

Yo, isnt it funny how these cats lack the basics?

Like rhymin on time, four four ? the serves by asics?

*cuts by babu*

"braincells are lit, ideas start to hit

And when my pen hits the paper" [big daddy kane]

"whos the man in the hot seat? " [grand puba]

"braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"

"im the authentic poet to get lyrical" [kane]

"ideas start to hit, and when my pen hits the paper"

"whos the man in the hot seat? "

"braincells are lit, ideas start to hit

And when my hit hits the paper"

"whos the man in the hot seat"

[evidence]

Yo this seats reserved for one

Of course matches my ticket stub

Escorted properly, your game bored/board like monopoly

My satiety limit is twenty minutes

I blow more trees than louie freese, this flows inifinite

Cadence, pocket, lesson, structure

Been rhymin nine years, my dedication pass peers

Skill level break the beat up, no time for my feet up

No relaxing, I keep it movin like deniro in taxi

Driver, my names mike, ev when I get hyper

Emergency, man down, who shot the sniper?

Yo I seen you in the crowd, arms crossed,

I know you heard of me (stop frontin)

The show is hot, I get props from the security

Raisin levels of expectancy

Yeah your shit is tight, you think its abb quality?

I dont think so, aiyyo ben grab the fish net

Take em to the pier and throw em off at sunset

After the heat

"aww shit" [kane] *cut up by babu*

"braincells are lit, ideas start to hit

And when the pen hits the paper"

"whos the man in the hot seat"

"braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"

"im the authentic poet to get lyrical"

"ideas start to hit, and when the pen hits the paper"

"whos the man in the hot seat"

"braincells are lit, ideas start to hit

And when the pen hits the paper, aww shit"