Running Shoes

Ladies and germs I present to you Some brand-new Junk Fu cause the rent is due I know it’s been a couple years Way more than a couple beers And I been around more cash than I was ever near Made a record for a major label that you’ll never hear Wonder how you get to be an A&R with severed ears But I got a court order that says keep it under wraps All I wanted was the fellas to say HO! Like Thundercats Ladies say OW! Like they stubbed they toe Just another case of that old – Being held back by what you know We back now with digital crack vials We picking them facts out and laying 'em back down It’s a brand new floor, solid but it’s dusty Working on that next level just gotta trust me For now you can appreciate the view of the stars Ain't no view of the bars, it’s all Jupiter, Mars And on a clear night all you see is constellations Watch the stars connect with no complication Cause after all, this is a conversation Not a confrontation, still I’m contemplatin' No rap without compensation And yes you can consider that a confirmation If it wasn’t for a mic check I wouldn’t have no debt at all So next mic check I’m stopping payment hey REFRAIN This is an invitation, come on rock with it You are cordially invited to the mosh pitted It’s not happening? Start your own Cause the odds are the scientists are far from home We left the space party and came to your town We did not come this far to not get down So tell the sound man turn the speakers to the sky It’s a new definition of transmitting live CHORUS So get crazy, that’s right it feels good And they say we can’t change Well guess what? We still could It’s not beam me up It’s like come on down Gotta speed things up That’s why we make the sound It’s the middle of the night but the sun is sky high Gonna watch the world transform in front of my eyes No shade from the light don’t know where to go Standing at the intersection between fear and hope And it’s not about making a choice, you got none It’s seeing that it is what it is and not running So you could get laced to race fate, you gonna lose You know the devil makes a killing off of running shoes And I ain't talking 'bout no fire and brimstone The sinners and the winners and the liars and nymphos I’m talking 'bout that part of yourself you’d rather hide On the Eve of The Ides we need an Adam I will eat that quince on the second go round Cause it’s better than not knowing lest it goes down And yes the flow sounds like it’s out of a cage I be the rat-a-tat-tat that wake you out of your daze And put you back in the mind state To help with the crime rate I’m walking a fine line, but doing it my way No Monday to Friday that’s not how it’s working yo Regular job got me feeling like Serpico And everybody knows that he don’t belong here Like why in the world did you bring these songs here? I don’t even know it’s like a force of habit now And I will back it up before I’m forced to back it down So check 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 Next up in line with a heavyweight rhyme It’s Baje One Sage and he levitates fine REFRAIN CHORUS And we – just might – make it – why not? There is – just now No such thing as the same new way Cause it might be a brave new world But it’s a brand new day