Vent to Me (feat. Ari) - Butla Jones

Ahh, ooh (why ain't you get your own paper?) You recording me, Ron? Hold up, hold up (Ayy) ayy, ayy Leave me dusty and alone Feelin' psychotic in my own home But you keep callin' me out I am not the enemy, what's this about? I don't wanna waste your time Oh, don't you waste my time I don't wanna waste your time Oh, don't you waste my time I don't wanna waste your time Ayy, boy, don't you waste my time I don't wanna waste your time Why don't you speak to me? Why don't you speak to me? Why don't you tell me all those mothafuckin' things, to me? Why don't you speak to me? Hey, I wanna kiss you again Flower thirsty for shady men Best to watch you while you sleep Wake up, confess your lovin' to me Can I trust you? Where have you been? (Where have you been?) Are you the new Sammy Sosa? New skin (new skin) Can I trust you? Where have you been? (Where have you been) Are you the new Sammy Sosa? New skin Why do you speak to me? (Why don't you? Why don't you?) Why do you speak to me? (Why don't you?) Why you tell all those mothafuckin' things? (Why don't you?) Why don't you speak to me? (I need you to) Goin' through some things (ayy) I got some things (ayy) for you (for) You're goin' through some things (ayy) I got some things (ayy) for you Why don't you speak to me?

It's like gold dust Ya hear me coming through your speakers You see me mashin' up your air waves I know you can't get enough of my sound It's like gold dust Ya hear me coming through your speakers You see me blaggin' up your air waves I know you can't get enough of my sound There's no place to hurt yourself The fight - I'm gonna get it Tallest running for me Baby, you're gonna regret it I can't understand why you can't free yourself, let it Go, go, go, go Got you in my Palm, now listen good, you can't escape it Bring you to ma world and hold you, see if you can take it Don't you be afraid, I know you're strong enough to make it Go, go, go, It's like gold dust Hear me coming through your speakers You see me mashin' up your air waves I know you can't get enough of my sound It's like gold dust Hear me coming through your speakers You see me blaggin' up your air waves I know you can't get enough of my sound Everything your life's been searching for's in this direction Come a little closer Don't you feel the intersection? We gon' take you down and then we gonna keep you sweating Go, go, go, go Take you two around, you never known it's non-existant You won't hear it coming, no matter how hard you listen Can't predict the highway, bring a replay our position Go, go, go, go I don't know where you run from, what you're running from, whoa I don't know where you run from, what you're running from, whoa I don't know where you run from, what you're running from, whoa Oh, you won't bring up yourself on fly People, put your hands up in the air, I know you like it Don't you fight it, I can see you're high and all excited Flying through the night, we going up, beter hold tight it Go, go, go, go Now we got the starline and the g-tha to desire Let me see you jump up, come on, with me - let's go higher Climbin' up the speakers, we gonna set this place on fire Go, go, go, it's like... Gold dust Hear me coming through your speakers You see me mashin' up your air waves I know you can't get enough of my sound It's like gold dust Hear me coming through your speakers You see me blaggin up your air waves I know you can't get enough of my sound You keep runnin' and you're runnin' And you're runnin' and you're runnin' away, away, away, boy You keep runnin' and you're runnin' And you're runnin' and you're runnin' away, away, away You keep runnin' and you're runnin' And you're runnin' and you're runnin' away, away, away, boy You keep runnin' and you're runnin' And you're runnin' and you're runnin' away Go, go, go This is gold dust

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.)