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  1. Do You

From the recording Long Dark Night

Lyrics

- VERSE -I spit so mean, mix so clean/bump it loud, there's no tip-toeing/wrists - no bling, shit's only/compensation, little dick phonies/i'm only here to set the mic ablaze/pile the ash & let it fly away/smile and laugh when I rhyme insane/slide of hand at the Try-N-Save/homie, I got game like Bonestorm/in a hiding place like old porn/I find my flame, fry my brain/my lion's mane gets so warm/we 3rd degree burning trees/serve emcees like courtesy/Boston jersey with the 33/lost and worried with your nervous tweak/I'm feeling fit, healing quick/getting ready for the worst, throwing heels and fists/let's just live, protect the kids/respect our wiz, and spread knowledge/I stay trying to better this man/rhyme in the night, and tend to the fam/when the sun comes up, breakfast in pan/P90X, hit the chest and the back/gotta stay strong, run around with the seeds/rock the mic, and cut down on the green/DNR, the sound of a beast stay/pounding the beats out loud in the streets/now we can see who got the classic verses/keep your day job, or practice, birth hits/can't spit like I spit, you'll have a hurt lip/feels so good to be back to work kids/- HOOK -See, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/I bring this music to life/you're a buffoon with a mic/don't try to be someone else/or come beg me for some help/just have belief in yourself/beat down a beat to the death/No, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/I'm bringing music to life/you're all confused by the hype/you need to embrace your talent/do you, and make it classic/with fluid grace and balance/I give you a taste of magic/- VERSE -I'm whooping behinds, putting the mines/on the ground, don't step one foot or goodbye/up in the sky, yo - look at him fly/he would've been fine, just shouldn't have tried/to spit uranium like I do/my family tree, we got the finest roots /only pay mind to the nicest groups/venomous apple, don't bite my fruit/and don't blame me, I didn't ask for the gift/like y'all didn't ask for your asses kicked/on any damn mic these hands can grip/I guess that's just life with a tragic twist/I'm Good Will Hunting, you're Forrest Gump/make the most of your time before it's up/instead of spitting that same old boring stuff/go cop a feel of what don't get touched/I'm-a pour a cup of horchata patna/all the right ingredients to rock the spot, son/DNA, a monster roster/pissing on the lawns of the casa blanca/confident man, astonishing jam/book a DJ and call on a band/crowd full of peepz in the palm of my hand/no stopping the plan, it's all for the fam/Cochabambino, que cosa mas lindo/les mando amor y carino/cheers to y'all, voy a tomar un vino/blaze para estar un poco tranquilo/fake thugs stay foolish and able/and you're all just doing what they do/i wonder if you would be able/to bring something new to the table/- HOOK -See, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/I bring this music to life/you're a buffoon with a mic/don't try to be someone else/or come beg me for some help/just have belief in yourself/beat down a beat to the death/No, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/I'm bringing music to life/you're all confused by the hype/you need to embrace your talent/do you, and make it classic/with fluid grace and balance/I give you a taste of magic/- VERSE -Put down the sword if you box/don't use a toy vs a glock/do focus more on your smarts/don't kick down doors, pick the lock/do be a master of you/who peep disaster and move/not down to trust in some clowns/who get found no pulse on the ground/do light a fire with your spark/and shed some light on your dark/produce the finest of art/no limits, rise above all/dismount from the cock that you ride/and swallow your pride/you're not that celebrity'you just pretend to be'harness your energy/beautiful melodies/continental rise depth I wrote 'cha/sick as H20 Mexico, son/no matter if it's ink or a pencil stroke, a .../...classic like a Heath Ledger Joker/you don't have to try to be the next Lebron/and it's sad, but it's true, Pac's dead and gone/now everybody wants to be the next big don/and call a lot of bad shots like the pentagon/but it's not about having more radio spin/or watching hard earned cash blow away in the wind/making it rain, oh - I make it storm/with raging force like Crazy Horse/or Raiden bitch with the 'haya-baba-lay'/rhyme eternal and live to fight another day/so, don't copy son, Simon didn't say/I'm one of a kind and Dark Night is here to stay/- HOOK -See, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/I bring this music to life/you're a buffoon with a mic/don't try to be someone else/or come beg me for some help/just have belief in yourself/beat down a beat to the death/No, you can't do what I do so don't look stupid and try/I'm bringing music to life/you're all confused by the hype/you need to embrace your talent/do you, and make it classic/with fluid grace and balance/I give you a taste of magic/Play 'DO YOU' on YouTubePlay 'DO YOU' on iTunes/Apple Music  Play 'DO YOU' on Spotify  Play 'DO YOU' on CD Baby  Play 'DO YOU' on Amazon