作词 : Edwards, Bernard 作曲 : Edwards, Bernard Gotta be patient, gotta be calm Just keep pacin, and move on Yo gimme some of that. some what? Some that over there, yeah who? Takbir The one that makes you bump when it ain't hop enough Don't trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put em up With the bump and the Mickey's club, freakin Aeon Flux in a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn in the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees with the Three's Company afro, crack the Newcastle When it's down to the wire, and I'm ready to grab Pissed off enough, with no other way to react Another sense rap said to block the thought process Dressin the bid on my concious Complex, gotta get ancient, my game face, in the same place Wore my hat back, Ryu on my nameplate Never waste, valuable brainspace, or thang chase Chill, with the battle drill, that'll kill chain space Just keep pacin, and move on.. With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak I got a, million and one things to do in the week With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak I got a, million and one things to do in the week Besides doin the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeep with the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eat We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues Ten dudes, one tomboy, with attitudes that refuse to have fun, but I don't give a (****) These sparks runnin through the hands, up for $20 bucks That's a little too much, to even toss in the back especially when you broke, livin off the scratch You see it all comes down to the love for music Short fuse, determinin how well we use it Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon of forty-five caliber bass cannon kabooms Mechanical cartoon cocoons found to bust to mute the crowd fuse the move ruins the crush Plus detonator cordless mics are clutched Fingertips tight around the invisible paintbrush To the dawn of Egyptian musk, face the style War trilogy way beyond "Spies Like Us" just [Chorus x2] Gotta be patient, gotta be calm Just keep pacin, and move on Yo, I grab the rhythm by the waist and shake my own sound Droppin it with every thought while my actions tango Feelin the melodic remedy of an narcotic Dancefloor cuisine wanna get - you got it My ? allowed knows how we get down To these audio effects burn a hole in the ground With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak I got a, million and one things to do in the week With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak I got a, million and one things to do in the week Besides doin the freak, I got two in the Jeep Half black Thai in the back Jew in the front seat Pumpin loud beats, hit harder than concrete Calm before tropical storm Chan can bomb peeps Ryu (Takbir) What the plan - (what the deal) If I can - (then I will) Flowin like grass with the mass appeal What the plan - (I'ma chill) Why man, you feelin ill? Stop actin like a (*****) and take an Advil (It's a plan) Yo man, you goin out or what? (Yeah give me five minutes and I'll meet you in the truck) [Chorus x4] Gotta be patient, gotta be calm Just keep pacin, and move on
作词 : Edwards, Bernard 作曲 : Edwards, Bernard Gotta be patient, gotta be calm Just keep pacin, and move on Yo gimme some of that. some what? Some that over there, yeah who? Takbir The one that makes you bump when it ain't hop enough Don't trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put em up With the bump and the Mickey's club, freakin Aeon Flux in a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn in the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees with the Three's Company afro, crack the Newcastle When it's down to the wire, and I'm ready to grab Pissed off enough, with no other way to react Another sense rap said to block the thought process Dressin the bid on my concious Complex, gotta get ancient, my game face, in the same place Wore my hat back, Ryu on my nameplate Never waste, valuable brainspace, or thang chase Chill, with the battle drill, that'll kill chain space Just keep pacin, and move on.. With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak I got a, million and one things to do in the week With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak I got a, million and one things to do in the week Besides doin the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeep with the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eat We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues Ten dudes, one tomboy, with attitudes that refuse to have fun, but I don't give a (****) These sparks runnin through the hands, up for $20 bucks That's a little too much, to even toss in the back especially when you broke, livin off the scratch You see it all comes down to the love for music Short fuse, determinin how well we use it Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon of forty-five caliber bass cannon kabooms Mechanical cartoon cocoons found to bust to mute the crowd fuse the move ruins the crush Plus detonator cordless mics are clutched Fingertips tight around the invisible paintbrush To the dawn of Egyptian musk, face the style War trilogy way beyond "Spies Like Us" just [Chorus x2] Gotta be patient, gotta be calm Just keep pacin, and move on Yo, I grab the rhythm by the waist and shake my own sound Droppin it with every thought while my actions tango Feelin the melodic remedy of an narcotic Dancefloor cuisine wanna get - you got it My ? allowed knows how we get down To these audio effects burn a hole in the ground With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak I got a, million and one things to do in the week With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak I got a, million and one things to do in the week Besides doin the freak, I got two in the Jeep Half black Thai in the back Jew in the front seat Pumpin loud beats, hit harder than concrete Calm before tropical storm Chan can bomb peeps Ryu (Takbir) What the plan - (what the deal) If I can - (then I will) Flowin like grass with the mass appeal What the plan - (I'ma chill) Why man, you feelin ill? Stop actin like a (*****) and take an Advil (It's a plan) Yo man, you goin out or what? (Yeah give me five minutes and I'll meet you in the truck) [Chorus x4] Gotta be patient, gotta be calm Just keep pacin, and move on
