Trouble Songtext
von Dilated Peoples

Just to be like this, you know
To look for trouble if that′s what you wanna call it

Vampires feed on fresh blood, money runs the show
Fuck how they feel about it, seen the waves come and go
But watch your step where there's warm and critics sound their horn
Then throw flowers at your feet, the roses with the thorns
Marathon tours, learned to maintain my pace
Generations sacrificed for the paper chase
And I ain′t talking age, but they will respect my space
Old cats put in a home, young cats put in their place

We get high, this my sworn in statement
Hand on the good book, it's more than makeshift
I never lie on any people or places
Bagging a chick or rocking on these stages
There's no such thing as halfway aces
Inside or outside the box, it′s placement
Didn′t grow up in the hood, adjacent
But close enough to hear the ghetto bird awaken


Three of a one of a kind, that means trouble
You don't have to look for it to find you′re in trouble
Don't start nothing, there won′t be no trouble

I'm already on the double, trouble′s nothing new
'Bout to burst out this bubble I'm accustomed to
Straight out the W, do unto others
Do not stay in a box, not until the day they cover you
We covered plenty here, movement of the shutter slow
A blurry image at the finish when I cut a rope
And I ain′t cutting dope, but I′m known for something great
Some known for treble up, some known for pumping bass

Heavy hands knock the image out with Steadicams
Rakaa chanting "Z's up", amateurs just freeze up
Mad craze like Harmanov, kids, get your problems solved
Rhythm so Kalashnikov, spill it so molotov
Kasparov slash Pavlov to these lap dogs
Yapping under tables or staring, hoping the scraps fall
Checkmate savage, war chest in the cabinet
I′m so adjective that I verb nouns, imagine it

Three of a one of a kind, that means trouble
You don't have to look for it to find you′re in trouble
Don't start nothing, there won′t be no trouble