Feels something like a shotgun to the tits.
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Story behind the song
If Chuck Norris took steroids, this would be his theme song.
Lyrics
You are now rockin' with the most poppin'
Problem in hip hop that's, locked the whole Gotham
...Hoes gossip, talkin' so often
But, the flow hot and, they drop, the closed coffin'
...My foes stoppin', left with no options
Back to 'dro choppin', the slack, just blown off him
He's back, oh, now you retractin' 'em comments
Constantly attackin' him with nonsense, s'been on since
...Keep guessin' with that rack of consonants
I packed the concepts, giftwrapped the box set
...Got the whole world actin' cautious
You whack and ya audience is practially nauseous
...strike gold when you tap into my conscience
fold when you get ya ass laughed out the office
boss of all bosses, passin' as a novice
gas and I wrap you up, i'm that awesome//
HOOK (RIFF CHANGE 2)
we're on the path to triple gold
to find the funk, and save the soul
with riffs and rhymes that make you move
soul plane baby, bring back the groove (x2)
BRIDGE (RIFF CHANGE 3)
please/ believe the hype you hear
Doing the impossible twice this year
Platinum chains and diamond rings
Don't mean a thing, to the flavour we bring
Sing from the soul, lighting that fire
Send you a spark when it's dark through the wire
So inspired, baby can't you see
Take my hand, reach the top with me
Lights, camera, action, it's happening
Free your mind, baby get strapped in
Put your hands up, run it once through
Soul Plane baby, bring back the groove
HOOK (RIFF CHANGE 2)
YUI (RIFF CHANGE 1):
Same scene forever, never lettin' up
And if you got better stuff, that remains to be seen
I'm, seventh heaven, got that engine revvin'
Soundin' like we steppin', dispensin' weapons
...Put an end to that reppin', no exceptions
...No question, been the best since I checked in
...Nothin' less than perfection, you trek
With the best, or stay playin' them checkers to our chess
...it's that lyrical russian roulette
with every chamber loaded, running up to ya set
enough with the bets, i'm the bentley, the phantom
of the hip hopera, homie throw ya hands up
...I know the deal, man I wrote the ransom
When I kidnapped the game, and I don't give back
It's a shame, the chain hangs loose 'til I snap
And when the boy tighten the noose, then it's a wrap//
HOOK (RIFF CHANGE 2)
