Take Me Home

[Verse One: Mr. Complex] As far as the show go You said I can get in free, three or fo', no mo' Well I got fifteen with me, so how you like those balls? You don't swing in life catching a lot of close calls Let me in so I can send your friends, frenzy like You wanna live it up, give it up, stop being the stingy type I wanna eat so I peep mics with rhymes and beats That I'll beat ya butt, but that's the surface Cause deep down the sound will move your feet But if that was the only feature it would defeat the purpose You can't write a rhyme to make a crack head stop smoking crack Or make a klepto give it back Or kick a word that'll make a whole herd Or even one human being attack That's wack like my backhand swing with a tennis rack' Kid, get out my face before you get the smack Like that, boodoom bap bap it's like that [Hook: Pharoahe Monch] It's Complex with the lyrical flex to break necks If you don't believe then check the text (Take me home) DJ Spinna the winner, he's no beginner Chopping up beats for you to eat for dinner (Take me home) Shabaam Sahdeeq freak mic techniques Every month of the year, every day of the week (Take me home) Apani B. Fly you know you can't deny You're like the stimuli that gets everybody high [Verse Two: Apani B. Fly] It's really all for you why I do what I do Spend hours thinking 'bout how to break down the truth Spit it out in the vocal booth Mic checked it and inject it into ADAT's Carved onto wax, so DJ's can take me home in record bags Needles drag and fingers scratch Interpreted in mix format Now I'm back on the shelve in abundance To count the wealth from the proceeds Of tapes and CD's For me This whole MC thing is a breeze I am to please The moment exists to sees Explore locations overseas Where the air tastes fresh when you breathe Make you feel it in your knees Sensations only felt in your dreams Experience divine vibration in physical formation be a means Of releasing frustration Take me home and put me in your Playstation [Hook] [Verse Three: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Yo We make moves unseen Ain't seen cream High strung three with the power to gleam Bring it home like the gold Cash with no fold Plan to own homes in lands where cows roam Plug in, your headphones Wackness, not condoned Poly cats rock your dome like bricks hitting the hard hat Regardless of traps, brandish the facts Hand 'em the wax If you like it play that, love it (spin that) Just a man trying to live out my life span But I can see my life slipping through my hands like grains of sand Can I make it? (Yes you can) Can I take it? (Yes you can) To the rest and put it up on the stand Soft served, I play herbs to the side, cruise along for the ride And when I hit skid, they slid to the side It's all fair in war Cause we gon' make it happen regardless of all of y'all [Hook]