4 3 2 1 - K-OS

What we’re fighting for 3 2 1

I don’t know what for 3 2 1

What were fighting for 3 2 1

I don’t know what for, for, for

Clap your hands everybody

Don’t act like you never saw me

Just clap your hands everybody

And everybody clap your hands

You say hello, I say goodbye

Don’t leave me high or Molson Dry

Feels so good when you’re by my side

Check my Johnny Depp, playin' the role of a fly guy, whatever

I thought together, we’re tougher than leather

And never pull put the pleasure under pressure

But it seems all that glitters is gold

Baby you sold your soul for the golden goose

But the truth is as long as I keep rhyming

Eyes keep shining soul stays divine

I remember '96 we used to dance

I had two pairs of pants, but you had that glance

Yo, we used to hang out in the park and just chill

Now we swing swords in the dark and act ill

Doesn’t really matter, I got to go

Peace to Maestro, Zebb Rock fo' sho we did it

Guess who’s back but never left it all

With a brand new pencil and a crystal ball

Let it fall

Summertime break down the wall

You can’t give what you have not received at all

It’s the truth

Full proof, but fools need proof

So I slide to the side and I act uncouth

But its just an act, cause I might react

To those who never held a mic that fed back

Listen its just a day in the life

Of a man living in the dark one headlight

Big up to Dillon, the village makes the villain

I write raps well I watch myself on the ceiling

4 3 2 1, it’s a countdown

I roll like a laser beam through the downtown

It’s mind over matter, maintain the glow

Peace to Metric, LJ (era) ooh.