4 The Ravers Original Mix

White men can't jump, but I can rap. Shut trap, cut the crap, take that. Gonna spit my lyrics upon this track to get The crowd hype and feel the bass fat. Midas, I don't give a fuck though. I'll slap ya with my killer flow. Rap on the track with my gently style though. Wait for the green light, then I'm gonna blow Though. Write my name on a flyer, who's this Guy? Any track that is silly, I can fly. Open your eyes, do I lie? That's why I'm the MC that money can't buy. Oh, who's in the premises? Midas heavy as vocalist. Suicide for crucietesis. Drop the bass, I'm gonna mess on this. Death blow, hit you with my ego. To the top, it's not far to go. Death blow, hit you with my ego. To the top, it's not far to go. Death blow, hit you with my ego. To the top, it's not far to go. Do you no know how I get my flow Though? Taekwondo with my backhand blow. It's not about the junk status pretenders, all about The mic entertainers. Can't contain us, wait till we're famous. Turn up the bass for the ravers. It's not about the junk status pretenders, it's all About the mic entertainers. Can't contain us, wait till we're famous. Turn up the bass for the ravers. I got three nines, I'm illin' when I spit Rhymes. Godly like the prime minister's mind. Rewind, come again one more time. Party animal shit, champagne, showtime. Read the fingers, you read the hand sign. It's red hands, so fuck you and your kind. I preach till I reach the south side. Shot tequila, no salt or gray matter. Optimus Prime, up to the time. I stand in times out, that's how I shine. Vine like wine, drunk on the grapevine. Not a friend to extend the fuck you sign. My mind just touches the spine, blows out the Mind. It rains for the deaf and pearls for The blind. C's for the seekers you shall find. Ruby and wicked might shout to DJ, rewind. Come again one, one more time.