Makin Music

(Verse One)

In my ninety-nine Saturn, switchin four lanes

Hollerin out the window, "Can I borrow some change?"

This broke shit got me goin deranged

Thinkin it'd be so much easier if it was a Range

And my man Tomas said, it could be arranged

but, the last thing I need now's to be arraigned so

I do my best to maintain on the right side of sane

and not complain about my very few pesos

Yo, I can make 'em start to move

like I was pushin through the crowd to the front actin rude

Or, I can make 'em nod they necks

like when they ask did they wreck you'll be noddin yes

So there's your options, and I don't need much room

for you to get it twisted like vision on mushrooms

Lexicon's got the strength to crush crews

But instead we make music and add a FUCK YOU

See? Ain't nuttin changed but the haircut

Man still got the right, Oak's got the left hand and

I don't ask for shit, I demand

It's so live in here I got you lookin for the band

(Chorus)

We're makin mu-SIC, you better learn how to use IT

You got the skills better step up and prove IT

If you got a title pretty soon you're gonna lose IT

Cause the L is here to stay, okay?

We're makin mu-SIC, not the corny-ass shit

that permeates the airwaves and makes my hair gray

Alright okay, they can't take all the blame

but it's not us, we're just here to save the day

(Verse Two)

Check it, we're makin music while you're makin money

But in a couple years, where you gonna be? (Gone)

Your records are disposable, while mine are straight quotable

Oak will change the game like quarterbacks callin audibles

Yo, you can find me at the scrimmage line

I'm the one who calls the shots and packs 'em in like dinnertime

(hah) We're makin music while you only make noise

Puttin out lousy songs you can't even sell to your boys

What you thought (what) and what you're thinkin currently

all gets tossed out the window courtesy of me {*WHOOSH*}