Listen up, learn, you'll get your turn I'm sendin this out to all it may concern The party master Everlast is here Before we begin I'm gonna make this clear I take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts If girls were around I'd grab and grope butts And if she got a man and he tries to step up It's ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up Tryin to step to me, boy, you must be sick Got a nine in my pocket, takin heads out quick I make my music loud, my parents proud There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove To make you get up and dance while I bust this move And talk about myself, I don't need a partner Bilal has the cuts, then I'll help start the Show, let a lyric flow and you'll know I make you jump up out your seats, scream and say "ho!" You fall back down completely exhausted Once you had the sound, but now it seems you lost it You're worn out, you can't take no more Since Everlast and Bilal took control of the floor So jump out your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete I'm never missin a beat
(Never missin a beat) --> George Clinton
There's no need for askin, I'm the Everlastin My mind is a poll and I'm gonna cast in The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme And if it feels good, then I'll do it two times Or maybe three, four, or even five times When I'm done Bilal cuts up my rhyme He's my partner, not a stand-in On a 'highway to heaven' just like Mike Landon And when it comes to battles my boy's a sure win He's been in more scandals than J.R. Ewing Busted up more parties than five-o Whe
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