Shout Outs - Heiruspecs

Big ups to 3SB, DJ Anton, Cancer, DJ Judo, DJ Crucial

Agile One, Diverse, Long Shot, and DJ Sapien

Sky, Tiki Ohma, Poor Line Condition, Fresh Nest

YO!

The Movement, Toki Wright, and the 3 Kings

We can’t forget Oddjobs, Eyedea, Abilities, Atmosphere, Brother Ali

Musab, Joe at Trail Mix, Vicki, Ela, A Skeleton, Northern Spy

The Groovenuts Crew, Traditional Methods, or MC Truth Maze

Mad props to Martin Devaney, Lazerhawk, The Unknown Prophets

The Soviettes, All The Pretty Horses, Dillinger Four, Mark Wheat

Mel Gibson and the Pants, Los Nativos, Organic Mind Unit

Wes and the Starford Burlesque, Mason Jennings, Bobby

DJ Excalibur, Prince Paul, Aceyalone, Carnage and Booka B

Illusion, Try-D, his mother, and you, of course

Bring it back like an afro or faded jeans

Everybody’s game is tight you can find the scenes

A grid (?) as big as a statue but behind the scenes

Magic fades away like in Field of Dreams

You gotta roll with full steam, you get what you get

I’m like Buffy or Hammer, I just won’t quit

Run around on the track so you know that I’m fit

You’re like a Milli Vanilli record, your fans feel gipped

Now everywhere I go, I go unrecognized

I’m not a pop rapper, doller signs in my eyes

But I’m driven like a VH1 documentary

Even your mom steps to pay compliments to me

Great shades of Elvis;

head, heart, and pelvis

Three wise guys' hive mind says to tell kids

They don’t always agree;

that’s okay with me

Maybe a lady can debate and persuade the peace

Hey mister DJ, drop the beat

We wanna show everybody we gots the heat

Boys and girls, go and get ready

Get on your feet and rock it steady

Hey mister DJ, drop the beat

We wanna show everybody we gots the heat

We gets dirtier than womens mud wrestling between

Two diseased old lepers in a sexual fling

We could come off clean like Will Smith

In a fight with Mr. Clean in a soap-filled boxing ring

And it’s a sting operation, you’re gonna get caught

I’ll watch 'em like on TV whether they like it or not

They’re left to rot, they’re like a teacher on The Peanuts

They can only say, «wah wah wah wah,» I think they suck

Did you notice when I’m holding this pen, I flow with my hands

Like Chopin or Gauguin over a jam

The poetry’s bone deep, I know it was planned

It’s older than man, the throat of the win was throwin' it in (?)

Over the land before the roads were choking the open expanse

From boulder to sand, only the ocean would crash

The notion that cope with the past approaches at last

Fast-forward past the part where the corporate corpse commands

Hey mister DJ, drop the beat

We wanna show everybody we gots the heat

Boys and girls, go and get ready

Get on your feet and rock it steady

Hey mister DJ, drop the beat

We wanna show everybody we gots the heat

It’s like the lottery, they say you gotta play to win

Too many wannabe writers tryna play the pen

I try to set it off like the Grinch with a twisted grin

But got my foot in the door, we 'bouts to kick it in

Now you say that you’re fresh, you say that you go chillin' (?)

Twinkies stepped in your place, knockin' out your villains

So you’re waiting for your chance to make your next move

Stop starin' at me man, you ain’t got nothin' to prove

Where’d you get them rhymes?

On an assembly line?

Now, we seen the way he rocks, and he ain’t worth a dime

Can’t pay no mind, I can’t take no breaks

You ain’t Tony the Tiger, nothin' you do is grrreat

Ain’t shit on my plate to eat but tasty beats

And I latel the soup, happens to be alphabet beef

The letters are too hot, beats are too cold

Weren’t you told about other people’s bowls?

Lots of cold (?)

It ain’t that we’re the best, but we come correct (?)

And there’s always progress, no useless excess

X amount of bars, obese to get all

You’re extremely overrated like your name is Randy

Moss on the hillside, beats on a platter

Everybody talks shit to see who’s fatter

If you wanna make it hit, better be a good batter

Always keep it flowin' like an overactive bladder

Hey mister DJ, drop the beat

We wanna show everybody we gots the heat

Boys and girls, go and get ready

Get on your feet and rock it steady

Hey mister DJ, drop the beat

We wanna show everybody we gots the heat