"Confusion (Here Come The Drums)" lyrics
Flavor Flav is focus
I'm back to the game just killing you jokers
Rock Hall better know who the GOAT is
Planet Hollywood better know who the host is
Catch me at the bar feeding people mimosas
Me and Chuck back, everybody can post this
This is for the fans and all the posters
Hey, there's not a time I'm moving ferocious
Flavor's at the bar, you can take it in doses
My Uzi weighs a ton, all you haters can hold this
Fingers in the air to you culture vultures
Flav come through since your boy been sober
Catch me on tour, I'm around the solar
This is how you went from New York to Angola
It's been about a minute, not a break is over
King Swift, are you? Boy is a roller
No stumblin, mumblin
Gangster dice tumbling
Jabo, Clyde Stubblefield lovin
Ain't that something, polyester rubbin
When y'all hearing these S1W beats come in
Break them sticks over hi-hats and bass kicks
MCs no longer rhyme like this
Some of them spend the rhyme
Singing to keyboards ringing
Whistling Dixie, watch most of it miss me
Kiss me, we gonna have lotsa fun
Dancin, skatin on these hardcore drums
Son, we rock ya mama, grandmama, tell her
These drums make her go grab a young fella
Fela Fela, these beats is danger
Rampage the key orchestrator
Arranger, oh felony?
Is that what y'all telling me?
He made these beats in five minutes
Are you kidding me?!
I'm back to the game just killing you jokers
Rock Hall better know who the GOAT is
Planet Hollywood better know who the host is
Catch me at the bar feeding people mimosas
Me and Chuck back, everybody can post this
This is for the fans and all the posters
Hey, there's not a time I'm moving ferocious
Flavor's at the bar, you can take it in doses
My Uzi weighs a ton, all you haters can hold this
Fingers in the air to you culture vultures
Flav come through since your boy been sober
Catch me on tour, I'm around the solar
This is how you went from New York to Angola
It's been about a minute, not a break is over
King Swift, are you? Boy is a roller
No stumblin, mumblin
Gangster dice tumbling
Jabo, Clyde Stubblefield lovin
Ain't that something, polyester rubbin
When y'all hearing these S1W beats come in
Break them sticks over hi-hats and bass kicks
MCs no longer rhyme like this
Some of them spend the rhyme
Singing to keyboards ringing
Whistling Dixie, watch most of it miss me
Kiss me, we gonna have lotsa fun
Dancin, skatin on these hardcore drums
Son, we rock ya mama, grandmama, tell her
These drums make her go grab a young fella
Fela Fela, these beats is danger
Rampage the key orchestrator
Arranger, oh felony?
Is that what y'all telling me?
He made these beats in five minutes
Are you kidding me?!
