Yeah Step up Step up, bitch Yeah Step up Step up, bitch Yeah Step up Step up, bitch Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Yeah Bitch my reputation solid Check my knowledge Tell you shit you couldn't even learn in college Chains like bondage causing carnage Learned to tell em how it is I've been balling like I'm bald I'm on my Jada Pinkett Smith yo Nah like Jordan I just pray for the kids I grill like foreman changing forms While they been sitting to piss My weed imported: shit is foreign And I'm smoking a zip I hear like Horton Write like Pusha Thornton,H.O.V.A, and Swift (Ohh) And I just bodied this shit Go do lobotomies I'm by the sea Afloat in a ship I write my odyssey in Prada jeans Thats blue like a Crip I take a ride and see My pride is free removed my grip, yeah Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping So whats the difference between me and fakes? I'm doing digits on these bigots making positive gains These little bitches posting snippets Getting negative plays So I'll be climbing to the top while they'll be passing away I give em straight hits Lifting up these bitches like a facelift Tasteless motherfuckers couldn't fuck with my shit Timeless, bitch I'm moving mountains like I'm mindless (Hahahahaha) And this the best that a rhyme gets I been getting Curry money Check my fucking dialect Hide it like it's dirty money Underneath a pyrex Women getting flirty dummy I don't need a bitch I been riding with my baby since the day that we been kids yo Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping (Popping, popping, popping) (Popping, popping, popping) (Popping, popping, popping) (Popping, popping, popping)

Alors les mythos? Et je fais que zoner, zoner J'vois même plus les condés J'cache le doré, doré J'sais plus sur qui compter Et qu'est-ce que tu connais, connais Allez, va la faire à d'autres Il me faut de la monnaie, monnaie J'ravitaille comme les R, R On fait péter le club, PMP Tu te tailles au carré entêté Tout le monde est rentré, VIP Tu vas terminé endetté Elle fait la belle, belle, belle, belle, belle L'autre, il est dead, dead, dead, dead, dead J'vais pas lui dire te quiero, te quiero Je la vois venir, sombrero, sombrero J'vais pas lui dire te quiero, te quiero Je la vois venir, sombrero, sombrero On la voit venir, ouais Elle voudrait devenir, ouais Une meuf du PMP, ouais Partager nos vies On la voit venir, ouais Elle voudrait devenir, ouais Une meuf du PMP Et puis, ouais, partager nos vies Pas besoin de votre weed, oh Ouais je m'en fous de ta table Donne-moi celle du haut Pour te prendre en vidéo Quand, quand Quand tu fais ta folle Pas besoin de votre weed, oh (c'est l'PMP) Pas besoin de votre weed, oh (c'est l'PMP) Pas besoin de votre weed, oh Vaudrait mieux que tu tires les rideaux Gauche, droite Plata c'est de la patate Gauche, droite Ce soir c'est le feu dans la boite Tise pas si tu sais pas boire J'vois la concu' à la bourre J'suis dans le VIP Toi t'es au bar Je fais du blé quand je suis dans le four Stupéfiants, détaillés Des clients, acharnés Un showcase, quand tu veux On s'en fout du moment que tu mets le billet Stupéfiants, détaillés Des clients, acharnés Un showcase, quand tu veux On s'en fout du moment que tu mets le billet On la voit venir, ouais Elle voudrait devenir, ouais Une meuf du PMP, ouais Partager nos vies On la voit venir, ouais Elle voudrait devenir, ouais Une meuf du PMP Et puis, ouais, partager nos vies Pas besoin de votre weed oh Ouais je m'en fous de ta table Donne-moi celle du haut Pour te prendre en vidéo Quand, quand Quand tu fais ta folle Pas besoin de votre weed, oh (c'est l'PMP) Pas besoin de votre weed, oh (c'est l'PMP) Pas besoin de votre weed, oh Vaudrait mieux que tu tires les rideaux J'suis dans un mood, ouais Dans un mood, ouais Dans un mood où tout s'enchaîne Dans un mood, ouais Dans un mood, ouais Dans ce monde, elles sont toutes déchaînées Dans un mood, ouais Dans un mood, ouais Dans un mood où je kill en série Dans un mood, ouais Dans un mood, ouais C'est pas un monde de bande dessiné J'viens de me lever D'jà en soirée Putain, j'ai une vie de baisé Les gars ce soir faut me canaliser Ça va trop vite je les ai analysés Aïe, aïe, aïe, aïe Je les ai analysés Aïe, aïe, aïe, aïe Faut me canaliser On la voit venir, ouais Elle voudrait devenir, ouais Une meuf du PMP, ouais Partager nos vies On la voit venir, ouais Elle voudrait devenir, ouais Une meuf du PMP Et puis, ouais, partager nos vies Pas besoin de votre weed, oh Ouais je m'en fous de ta table Donne-moi celle du haut Pour te prendre en vidéo Quand, quand Quand tu fais ta folle Pas besoin de votre weed, oh (c'est l'PMP) Pas besoin de votre weed, oh (c'est l'PMP) Pas besoin de votre weed, oh Vaudrait mieux que tu tires les rideaux

Yo Yo premier? Yeah whassup g? That trip to l.a., may be delayed Why whassup I'm on my way to the airport now Yeah well your boy guru got knocked What?! I don't know what this is about, sounds crazy man Somethin about a gun The court calls keith elam to the stand. Please approach the bench. [Guru] Yo they got me handcuffed, I'm down in central booking Things are fucked up, the way my future's looking But I'm too fly, i'ma change this scenario Make some power moves and tighten up my bankroll Chumps are leary though, they see me as a threat I'm like the black dutch schultz when you get me upset Five-oh makes me wanna flip, larry davis style Got a nigga depressed, while he's awaitin trial It's ok though, cause from grey skies comes blue Through darkness comes light and I be known as the guru And this I certify we all should be alerted by The traps within the system, our youth is gettin murdered by The d.a. says they got me on a felony I'm tryin to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin me? The streets are war, that's what brothers carry weapons for And I take the weight as I did before The next thing you know, they got me on the radio A rapper arrested, suckers showin me on video Of course I know, that I'm a role model But yo this rap life is real life sometimes it's full throttle Right now I gotta think about me fuck the industry You gets no love, except those who support me What's the story, what happened when I went to l.a.? Mixin shit up, no not there I got family Nothin happened, mind your business yo step You know we connect, jfk 2 lax Chorus: guru They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key Don't wanna see us come up, don't wanna see us makin g's Long as we know this is the key to our destruction Let's make moves no discussion [Guru] Peace to my man hass, and orange man payin the cost All the twenty-five to lifers all my brothers gettin tossed Into the system, supposed to rehabilitate It's why you gotta regulate your own mindstate Read, study lessons and build your inner power The next level, doesn't tolerate cowards For example, I know this rich nigerian Powerful american that's proud to be an african He asked me why do all us brothers be gettin trapped I told him I'd explain it broke it down in a rap Whether you got naps, braids waves or no hair Without esteem for yourself nigga, you goin nowhere And you can swagger like you rule this; josey wales Unorganized revolt almost always mostly fails Give up the savage ways, be effective soldiers To elevate the mental is to be poor no more There's war in the streets, prepared men know best Our rhyme as live as it gets, jfk 2 lax They're always makin trouble yo, against the righteous Killin us in cold blood, those beats those vipers And as I sit feelin the pain in my wrist I vow to myself that i'ma change this shit Or at least I gotta try, or part of me will die And only by action will any ideas solidify So I inhale, exhale as I ponder This grown man will make mistakes no longer I've been there, I've seen how they make us fall victim To their tricknowledgy, with no apology I diss em And so I rip facts to dope tracks I caress You're gonna hear about it, from jfk 2 lax *Plane lands*

(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.)

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