Zambony

On the microphone like God bless this planet, planet Took life for granted, granted This mic, mechanical, panic God hold it single handed Times like a left handed bandit When right handed man This bandit planned it And propagandized it or Canada It's so on ice and it's so raw And yeah move yeah so power like thinking like a solider who Would fall on his knees serve golden caps and such To esoteric to touch But, atmospheric enough to grab like a pink cat Tag on a wall, b-boy at the park while DJ's rock the party And mc's cook food for mr. pound it back In the days when the rights outweighed the wrongs Kid but, now the silly songs and electrical concerts Don't leave a loop but I will just drop 16 bars on it Life and death they roll in Siamese twins So the day that hip-hop dies it's other life can begin And we continue to On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone like this, on the microphone like All around the world, we move it up And yo we keep things striving Soo high from heaven to the deep blue sea Listen, I am not indie rock I was indeed hip-hop With many styles I'm from the trine-ibal stop No comma I'm my fathers persona I'm ready spin my beat and maybe one day meet my momma Sides I'm slinging verbs my intent is not sinister son of a minister A bible thumping commissioner, finished an album Scrap and draped the nostalgia of a cafeteria title Battles just me and Nigel, now there spinning wax sticks, fixing the back seat crack I can't entertain us, like kevin can't relax Yell I'm spinning thoughts with anti gravital force Shoot the monkey off my porch And pass myself the torch to light it up On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone like this, on the microphone like All around the world, we move it up And yo we keep things striving Soo high from heaven to the deep blue sea All I ever wanted to do Was show you I had faith in you But now I help you build your fire Your so different baby You always got something to say But it's more about the things you do Got me singing yeah eh yeah eh yeah On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that On the microphone like