verse 1:
check the listings, yo, my name is mister
jones & i'm known for spitting a tongue twister
or two at you & your crew to get it hyper
been in it for a minute, man consider me a lifer
striking like a viper, i'll send a V.I.P. to the E.R.
in the first three bars
see, first you'll see stars & next you'll see nothing
it's sort of like the effects of too much weed puffing
i'm a bad mother uffing man, coming off at the cuff
& and i'm keeping it on the up & up, never stopping for nothing
beating on top of tables & speaking long as i'm able
to keep it so unstable you'll be needing new speaker cable
when i'm done rapping like i'm doing laps around the sun
snapping into action at the tapping of a drum
basking in the rapturous aftermath when i come
blasting back at these bastards who keep asking me where i'm from...
chorus:
we're here to get you moving out of your current state of confusion
until the walls all around you start falling apart
it goes, welcome to a brand new revolution
that's not recommended for the weak at heart
we'll get your body parts pumping like electrocution
until your head starts thumping & you lose control
now, welcome to a brand new revolution
that's not recommended for those without soul
verse 2:
it used to be hard to tell, until i broke up out the shell
& stopped giving a hell about hate like, oh well
i'm here to dispel all of your misconceptions
about the state of hiphop & it's direction
because just the other day i shuttered to hear somebody mutter
some crap about how rap was headed to the gutter
so i uttered some words that made 'em stutter & stop cold
see, they said the same thing about rock & roll
man, we gon' be alright because me & mine we keep it tight
deep in the night writing instead of sleeping until the sunlight comes creeping
through the cracks in the curtains & get one fact certain
we've been breaking our backs working on making our tracks perfect
then taking it back to when rap was bigger than flashes of cash
& kids falling flat on their asses quicker than cigarette ashes
so i figured the faster i get on my feet
the better i can be at trying to stay ahead of the street
because she's a heck of a thief that keeps trying to hold me under
swipe my soul & control my hunger
but i'm still starving, carving holes in lumber
so when i catch wreck it echoes like rolls of thunder
over hills & valleys, across the mountains & plains
through all terrain of killer cali, kids keep shouting my name
mister jones, you did it, now you're fly without wings
just go ahead & keep on doing your thing
and i tell 'em...
