KJ‐52 - We Rock the Mic Lyrics

Intro:
SOI
Beat mot
Game on it
Where ya at
Old school
I'ma take you way back
Waaaay back
Yo Yo
As it goes a little something like this

Verse One:
Yo it's the K to the J, J to the five
Five to the two, it's time to get live
Party people in the house if you're feeling all right
Throw your hands in the air wave them side to side
You can dip dip dive you can socialize
You can lime to the lemon, you can lemon to the lime
But nine years ago a friend of mine
Hit me up just to ask the time
I'm looking at my watch it said quarter to twelve
He shook his head, he had something to tell
He said "Check it my brother now it's plain to see
I'm going to make it plain just as plain can be"
'cause you her and you there
But a life without Christ ain't going nowhere
And I was just like you I was jamming on it
Then he sang a little song a little something like this hit it...

Chorus:
We rock the mic in a different way
Just two turntables and a fresh DJ
Party people in the house are you feeling OK
Then let the record play all night all day (repeat)

Verse Two:
Stop a second I need to hear more
He said "I came through the door and I said it before"
But you didn't listen to me this first time
So open your mind and let me open your eyes
'cause the blind lead the blind can't you see that my brother
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
You going under and you blind to the facts
It ain't where you from and it ain't where you at
It ain't the radio, Cazals or Kangol hat
Now you be illing and it's like that
Your life's wack just broken pieces
You got Adidas but you ain't got Jesus
And a hotel, a motel or a holiday inn
Now it don't mean nothing 'cause your life keeps fronting
And you still lost in sin
I said a hotel, a motel, or a holiday inn
Now it don't mean nothing 'cause your life keeps fronting
And you still lost in sin help me say it like...

Chorus: 4x

Verse Three:
I ain't no joke 'cause your life's broke
But now I'm glad that we spoke,
'cause pretty soon you choke
And everything you see is goin' up in smoke
So what's your hope you gonna sink or float
One day you croke and one thing I'll tell
You goanna rock the bells all the way to hell
And all the ball is shot
God is making paper
All the players you goanna catch babies
La-de da-de, who likes to party
You think you the man but you really ain't nobody (what?)
It was the lamb who was led to the slaughter
Rolls beneath me the planet rock like bam-botta
The one who owns the play just like the car-da
The one who is the spirit, son and the father
The one who's eyes last sea and the water
God's son we welcome back like carter

Chorus: 4x

Outtro:
All night all day, all night all day,
Yeah, fresh, for 2000
You sucker (Hah)