Paper Route

[Chorus] On our paper route On our paper route More soul when we roll on our paper route! On our paper route On our paper route From the block to the world on our paper route [Verse 1: Davey] Here I come with the news it's The Can't Stop Times I'm rolling to your porch, soon as the sun shines Mile after mile in the early light I might ride through the city to the show tonight Competition stale cause we stole the fresh Transcend on the mic, but we're in the flesh Got a 40 acre farm where I'm growing the flow And I'm fly like a cow in a tornado, oh No sophistry on the mic Get the job done right with old time advice like: 'Earn interest don't accrue it' Accruing your interest is how we doing it Boss hog on another corn cob Ride the beat so hard, I'm making it sob Saw so many logs hearing other MCs I could build me a cabin in a grove of trees David Effe you the sensei What do you say mang I think we need to bangarang and slang a new jam For the true fam So give a shout and tell 'em all about our paper route [Verse 2: David Eff] We roll 500 deep on 21 speeds Then take over your street like your facebook feed I’m rockin wit the hawk and they call me DP If you rollin then we’ll get along famously, ay yo They wanna stop me like a stick in the spokes But they get lost and I'm off in the thickest of smoke I know my people feel the real, non fictional flow So call me Vincent Vega, cause you dig it the most Red light, green light, 1-2 Maintain the same lane man that’s how we do I got my blaster strapped on for the funky few Me and my people keep it poppin like a thorn in your inner tube Interviewed, on the news, makin headlines Got a lot of loyalists queued like a bread line Few crews snooze on these dudes at bedtime Still make 'em sicker than a bucket of red vines [Chorus] [Verse 3: David Eff] Pass me the mic, no gimme the megaphone Then rock to the rhythm never stop like a metronome Hurtin MC’s like I’m setting a bone And I’ll be droppin every option in my lexicon And yo, and to the people in my general coordinates It ain’t important so ignore the city ordinance You want more of this? Of course you do I bring the thunder, storming like a typhoon, dude, uh Judas Priest, I ain’t breakin the law But I do roll deep like a back massage You can fit a hundred bikes in a two car garage So let's fill up the streets with an entourage Now I really hope you like my flavor But if not, then you better warn the neighbors That I’ll be runnin this route 'til I’m up in the majors And 'til the papers comin like its on a conveyor, player [Chorus]