Whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa.
You're back with this fresh new track of hip hop and house.
Now how does that sound in your ear,
pound in your drum?
I'm sharing a chair to the system.
I own the microphone.
The mouth is in the house and I'm not alone.
I'm with a man with the hands that go fast.
I'm a number one man.
We build a house.
None of you have ever heard.
Call the home of the wizard of the word.
Yo,
M.O.D.,
you got to show them how it's like making the sound,
making it right.
Make your house in the middle of a street,
make a house a mystery with the big stats got in it.
It's got to be got to be fresh to impress the rest.
Make it done.
Number one for a home with no one inside out.
I say, shout it out loud with no doubt.
I got cloud because the mouse don't about and take you out.
I'll house
in the middle of a street house
in the middle of a house in the middle of a street
house in the middle of a street talking basis.
Brooming slam dunking at 360 degrees.
We agree it's burning and it's flaming on the spot where I stand.
Microphone in my hand smoking,
thought provoking movement.
There's the house where the rules are broken.
Ladies and gentlemen,
let me have a moment of your time and attention.
Do I have to mention without question?
Nobody's missing.
Will be in my posse to spend again.
Does it?
Yo, M.O.D., why don't you adjust it?
Make it higher.
Use your mixer.
Eat what I desire.
Make it louder.
At a speed where you need to be wilder.
Move to the pool.
Let the beat get smoother.
Hit the switch of the pitch console of the hip house.
Control your soul at the base.
Slowly fill up the plate at a pace.
Your heart gets to race to the top.
Party people don't stop.
Jump,
bump,
bop to your drop all together now because you're not alone.
This is the time when the house is not a home.
I'll house in the middle of a street house in the middle of a
house in the middle of a street house in the middle of a street.
Lingo plus house music.
Bingo.
There's a sound that will make everyone go wild.
For sure.
It's just me and you.
The crowd is getting down.
Pandemonium everywhere.
Hands in the air.
Feel the heat of the atmosphere.
A side dance at the store.
Make the floor burn.
Go against the norm.
This is how I earn my money.
I get paid to get funky.
Rock the house and rock the whole country.
I'm in a super stupid intellect.
Come on, suckers, perpetrators.
Genuflect.
Bow down to the king.
As I swing and sing.
So the one on one on the mic.
It's the power when I start to debunk MC's.
So my guy should be served on a platter.
I'll eat him up without much of a fuss.
Yo, another one bites the dust.
Bring him in the kitchen,
strip to the bone,
and step into my house in the twilight zone.
I'll house in the middle of a street house in the middle of a
house in the middle of a street house in the middle of a street.
Street talking basses,
booming slam dunking at 360 degrees.
We agree is burning and exclaiming on the spot where I stand.
My phone in my hand smoking, provoking, moving.
Here's the house where the rules are broken.
Niggas ain't coming.
Let me have a moment of your time and attention.
Do I have to picture without question?
Nobody's messing with me and my process.
Been to get the desert.
You and with me.
Why don't you adjust it?
Make it higher.
Use your mixer.
Equalize the sound.
Make it louder.
Add a speed where you need to be wilder.
Get smothered.
So let the bass bass to the top?
P 탄 together now.
In.
Our house in the middle of the street.
Oh,
oh.
Oh, oh.
and Dawko.
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