Yeah it was all dream Now I'm on the run like a fiend Stacking bars tryna get the cream Reppin' CMB with the team! Yeah it was all dream Now I'm on the run like a fiend Stacking bars tryna get the cream Reppin' CMB with the team! What you know about the illest streets? Wouldn't walk a mile with no shoes on ya feet Call yourself a God stealing Beats We keep it real bringing in the heat Half these rappers living in the past Legends tell me I'm the future lock the ego in the stash Life's crazy now these hoes wanna give me ass But I ain't tripping I'mma get the cash! Trained hard to be a master of flows Aim the stars to rise up from your toes Fake people made my heart so cold Now they all acting like I'm they foe! I work more I ain't a fan of talking shit Stop hating yo can see you stalking shit Ain't no stopping I'mma just keep rocking shit Man up homie you ain't nothing but a walking bitch! Yeah it was all dream Now I'm on the run like a fiend Stacking bars tryna get the cream Reppin' CMB with the team! Yeah it was all dream Now I'm on the run like a fiend Stacking bars tryna get the cream Reppin' CMB with the team! Ride around till I won't get out Pass the round till i have no doubts In my world till i reach those clouds Dream about in these seamless crowds K-I-M-B-U-L-A and K to the N making our way We make sure fake rappers wont stay We counting days till the big pay day! I make music for my own gateway I don't give fucks,to those whose gonna stray I'll make sure to keep you out my lane When I'm getting the big pay pay! If I make it I'll never let it change me Bros and foes stop being lazy And start grinding for the pay-sheet I hope one day you'll make it! Yeah it was all dream Now I'm on the run like a fiend Stacking bars tryna get the cream Reppin' CMB with the team! Yeah it was all dream Now I'm on the run like a fiend Stacking bars tryna get the cream Reppin' CMB with the team!

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)