Mix It Up Songtext
von Chucklehead

Now hold on a minute, grab your butt and spin it
′Cause I got a little something to say (way)
I won't quit ′til I finish my original sinnish
Rappin rodeo go with my flow (hit it bro)
Now as I look around this town I've found
That white and brown aren't getting′ down
In fact I think it′s rather wack that everybody go and do the
Step back from folk that are different
(Maybe halitosis and they're lookin′ for a breath mint)
Whenever I try to listen to the news it's the blues
From the city of pockets launching rockets
From one sanctuary to another (what′s the fuss?)
Each pocket is homogenous

So mix it up, mix it up, gotta mix it up
Mix it up, mix it up, you gotta mix it up


Mix it up, words from the heart
Mix it up, Beantown needs a Cuisinart
North-end versus South-end, descendant versus immigrant
People from the west don't like the east don′t like west, then
College versus local, blind v. bifocal
I'm not on coke this ain't no joke and so I′m vocal ′bout the scene
Don't mean to get heavy
But birds of a feather been together for ever and ever
May I change the weather?
C′mon, make it (What? Make it naked)
Make it hot, don't fake it, untie the knot agitate the state
Let′s give 'em what we got

Havin given it to you, please allow me to continue
Don′t think that I'm through
'Cause I know that within you there′s a certain
Something you can do to improve upon the venue
Mix it up and do the do
A six senses have you to flip your zip code
Redefine the hip code and stop the operandi modus
So take notice of my lip flow
Check the bibble-dee-blips of my ones and zeroes
(I′m concerned I have a great fear)
Yo, there's a lesson to be learned from the frog and the toad
Tread the road less travelled to unravel the cold
Never fold, young and old
If there′s gravel wear shoes
Who's to say we shouldn′t go where we choose
And anyway I'll do whatever the fuck I like
There′s nothing to lose but your chains
If you rearrange the don'ts and do's


Mix it up, mix it up, gotta mix it up
Mix it up, mix it up, you gotta mix it up

(Mix it up) words from the heart
(Mix it up) Beantown needs a Cuisinart
North-end versus South-end, descendant versus immigrant
People from the west don′t like the east don′t like west, then
College versus local, blind v. bifocal
I'm not on coke this ain′t no joke and so I'm vocal ′bout the scene
Don't mean to get heavy
But birds of a feather been together for ever and ever
May I change the weather?
C′mon, make it (What? Make it naked)
Make it hot, don't fake, it untie the knot agitate the state
Let's give ′em what we got