Now the King told the boogie men, "You have to let that raga drop. The oil down the desert way, has been shakin' to the top". The Sheikh he drove his Cadillac, he went a cruisin' down the Ville.
They're sending back pictures from Saturn and Mars. Maybe this will be our new home. Well we seem to have messed up. And we must look to the stars. Our paradise we seem to have outgrown.
(chorus). hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x). (pmd). When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air. some say it's chill, new york throw chairs.
Yo, back up now an' give a brother room. The fuse is lit an' I'm about to go boom. Mercy, mercy, mercy me. My life is a cage but on stage I'm free. Hyped up, psyched up, ready for wil'in'.
Yo back up now and give a brother room. The fuse is lit and I'm about to go boom. Mercy mercy mercy me. My life is a cage but on stage I'm free. . Hyped up syched up ready for wil'in'.
Come one, come all, we have the elixir that cures all that ails you. Traveling the four corners of the road, straight from the well. As it pointed the hill the remnant to your hell [unverified], come Yahweh.
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'. I got loowies boy, um not trampin. I just came from da-crib ya know. Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro.
Boom! Shake the Room. Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince. . yo back up now and give a brother room. the fuse is lit and I'm about to go boom. mercy mercy mercy me.
Shadows return showing images of bitter memories. As clear as a sheet of glass. Games have died false beauty won't last. Greed and hatred, some will live.