Studio Street Stage

Chorus: Caught up, burnt out and turned about Lurked about streets, about studio and stage True ways to get paid Mikah 9: A chosen few I choose to roll in crews who be my trues Exposing fools who broke the rules and cast 'em out my point of view They end up assed out, without a clue And there's me without a shoe They're booted out of my living crew They can't do the things I do on these streets Abstract Rude: Peeped the game, wrote the book Seen that look before Been that crook at the store Had hookers galore, gigolo The bigger those rocks the quicker they close up shops 'til it's sewed up Nigga wonder why yo pager blow up Aceyalone: Now where would I be if I really wasn't G-O-D 'ing on info and it's simple to see my symphony Is packed to capacity from the floor up to the balcony I'm free Must be the eagle, the hawk and the falcon in me And a little bit of Malcolm in me, to make me me Chorus x2 Abstract Rude: All I want for Christmas is a new drum beat machine To say this shit and make a hit and get the green Aceyalone: Yes, man Currency and the urgency, the emergency The economic surgery, the perjury and the energy surging me Mikah 9: Computerized in this engineer's eyes Has to be very acute to manifest these words in me for the loot Abstract Rude: Cigarettes and coffee tickle a studio's fancy Just right for the mood of audio enhancing Aceyalone: And the herbals get me strong on the mic like Sampson I throw some land, some miss some win some And some I don't win Mikah 9: But I'm getting in where I'm fitting in Headphones in a sound proof booth You got a problem with me living in I'm advancing Chorus x2 Aceyalone: Who is that standing on stage with the micro Psycho-analyzing every sucka in the room Whom could it be that slicing up the energy Providing food for thought for those who need to be consumed I assume that if you walk the streets you will be doomed Marooned on my planet from the cradle to the tomb I zoom at a million miles a hour 'til I bloom And I blossom like a mushroom Since I been out the room Abstract Rude: I'm the universal platform, I'll let you talk trash Generic or abnorm can we still get the cash You don't know yet as long as they pay you can be a poet After the show, we'll get the dough and it's on me moet I'm the bright lights second hand smoke filled arenas This mic's tight severing 'em, heard 'em through Cerwin Vegas People diving off of me into the crowd, vibing off me and the style My philosophy is a wild stage show Mikah 9: Hecklers, inside stage hater are expendable They alive as long as they know something dependable We can rendezvous and vibe if you boo then that's offendable There may be discipline resulting in an experiment To see if yo limbs are bendable If your jaw bone's breakable And then I'm a take a full eighth of the shrooms And blaze the boom Black man gold mines, hold mine, old rhymes Got my fingers on the strings of east and west coast crimes