It's You Songtext
von Dialectrix
It's You Songtext
2Pac cut the beat, Dielectric′s give the speech
Yo, beat's back to release this, pumping the streets
No one can stop it like Muhammad Ali at his peak
Or Michael M.P. Peterson in seventy-three
When it′s you, the ones who went and came before this
The ones who paved the way to make this audience
The classic LPs that states recorded
As classic as the novels of famous authors
Leaving legacies behind for the hungry to find
That's the pioneer and influence I've come to admire
That fills my lungs full of air, my stomach with fire
That facilitates ambition, encourage desire
The dedicated demonstrator, mentor, predecessor
Set forth with the lesson that hits like vendettas
The true trendsetters that make the pen tremor
It′s those who were lead, make me wanna rep fresher
It′s you, you're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You′re the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It's you, you′re the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It′s you
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
(This is for you)
I hang like bungee jumpers with up-and-comers
Creating flows tight as budgie smugglers
With the force of one-inch punches, thus amongst us
A new era of rap designed to blow the scene up
Like terror attacks, but I'm saddened to mention
The small percentage that lack, the try-hards
Tough fronts on malevolent tracks
Self-promote a whole night of unprofessional acts
Even my little sister coulda spat fresher than that
When you segregate your name at a sausage fest function
Tryna take more chemicals than Hunter S. Thompson
Same types posting to forums like critics
You need to grow a dick, you're immature little bitches
You′re pulling no bluff, this ain′t no card game
Man, you're at your last days as we hold the bar raised
I really can′t wait to see your ego partake
And get crushed like a drunk driver in a car chase
It's you, you′re the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It′s you, you're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It′s you
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
(This is for you)
It′s the love and the hate that still pumps through my veins
It's the ones I embrace, it′s the struggles I face
The buzz from the stage, the ruckus displayed
The rhymes for the mics that come from this page
Disbelievers to faithfuls, my demons, my angels
The cause of the craziness, the reason I'm stable
Authenticity and cheap imitations
Lies and the truth that I read in the papers
Documentation that breeds inspiration
The cockney boom-bap to the beat generation
Schizophrenic weather on our global charts
Dictating dollar signs on your coat of arms
Those who stand for what they believe like Joan of Arc
Those who sit for what they believe like Rosa Parks
It′s the cons, it's the pros, it′s my friends, it's my foes
It's the world that I know that I weave into my prose
It′s you, you′re the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It′s you, you're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You′re the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It's you
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
(This is for you)
Yo, beat's back to release this, pumping the streets
No one can stop it like Muhammad Ali at his peak
Or Michael M.P. Peterson in seventy-three
When it′s you, the ones who went and came before this
The ones who paved the way to make this audience
The classic LPs that states recorded
As classic as the novels of famous authors
Leaving legacies behind for the hungry to find
That's the pioneer and influence I've come to admire
That fills my lungs full of air, my stomach with fire
That facilitates ambition, encourage desire
The dedicated demonstrator, mentor, predecessor
Set forth with the lesson that hits like vendettas
The true trendsetters that make the pen tremor
It′s those who were lead, make me wanna rep fresher
It′s you, you're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You′re the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It's you, you′re the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It′s you
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
(This is for you)
I hang like bungee jumpers with up-and-comers
Creating flows tight as budgie smugglers
With the force of one-inch punches, thus amongst us
A new era of rap designed to blow the scene up
Like terror attacks, but I'm saddened to mention
The small percentage that lack, the try-hards
Tough fronts on malevolent tracks
Self-promote a whole night of unprofessional acts
Even my little sister coulda spat fresher than that
When you segregate your name at a sausage fest function
Tryna take more chemicals than Hunter S. Thompson
Same types posting to forums like critics
You need to grow a dick, you're immature little bitches
You′re pulling no bluff, this ain′t no card game
Man, you're at your last days as we hold the bar raised
I really can′t wait to see your ego partake
And get crushed like a drunk driver in a car chase
It's you, you′re the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It′s you, you're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It′s you
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
(This is for you)
It′s the love and the hate that still pumps through my veins
It's the ones I embrace, it′s the struggles I face
The buzz from the stage, the ruckus displayed
The rhymes for the mics that come from this page
Disbelievers to faithfuls, my demons, my angels
The cause of the craziness, the reason I'm stable
Authenticity and cheap imitations
Lies and the truth that I read in the papers
Documentation that breeds inspiration
The cockney boom-bap to the beat generation
Schizophrenic weather on our global charts
Dictating dollar signs on your coat of arms
Those who stand for what they believe like Joan of Arc
Those who sit for what they believe like Rosa Parks
It′s the cons, it's the pros, it′s my friends, it's my foes
It's the world that I know that I weave into my prose
It′s you, you′re the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It′s you, you're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You′re the reason for the edge and the height of the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It's you
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
La-ba-ba-da-da
(This is for you)
Writer(s): Christopher Hamer Smith, Mitchell John Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
