Sanoja: Crazy Town. Face The Music.

(seth binzer and bret mazur) Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes Words forced fed to your mind trace the source brother, brother Face the music, don't confuse it for another Nothing comes close to this Kiss the sky. These grands change hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes Ppeople gather round when we kick them go boy Shifty stick em, ha ha ha stick em Burning bridges, smoking ism Losing my religion, shooting the breeze, we got these mc's ass kissing If you can't take the heat get your ass out the kitchen I freak it off the wall crammin,' slammin', points of view into your fucking skull bitch That's why we stick em. Chorus: Stick em ha ha ha stick em, ha stick em, ha ha ha Stick em, ha, ha, ha stick em Stick em stick em stick em Stick em ha ha ha stick em, ha stick em, ha ha ha stick em. Well i tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl It's called survival, when i drop the stylish into friction/tectonic traits drifting like the plates It shakes like the quakes in cali The mystic maharaji Mission of the kamikoze come back kid Producer supper status I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler So place your bet middler The rough is a blaze and yo, were smoking out the fiddler We're sippin on a hundred proof liquor welcome to the dooms day dawning Hot like the sun, no time to relax we pack the dooms day gun. Chorus Call me a drifter, richer when i hit you with the stick em I'm talking shit, the pit starter a wanted man The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and i talk a lot of shit because i know a lot of shit I know, i said i'd quit but i just want another hit It's madness pimpin like gladys The baddest maintainer status that is no question Releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension This jabber jaw's jaws are slapping We's what's happening The bones are breaking and fingers snapping The pressure is on with non stop action whether banging your head or steady maxing. Chorus