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The Nonce - On the Air lyrics
Yes {*echoes* skills {*echoes* To all MC's.. with skills {*echoes* Yes {*echoes* For all MC's.. you're on the air Yes {*echoes* with skills, to all MC's Yes {*echoes* you're on the air {*echoes* To all, MC's.. you're on the air {*echoes* [Verse One: Yusef Afloat] Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear You're waiting, waiting and waiting but stop debating And release the highs, just let them fly While I say whassup to grandma, in the sky Let the bass consume the place I'm chillin in the studio, listenin to Ace About platinum hits, and how high to climb And how many MC's really can't rhyme But I get a dime for the wax I press It's all a mindstate that leads to stress Them evil spirits, but I can't hear it Like my girl Giant told me said you got to clear it So I release and find my peace Through a beat or some shit, and dream about hits I gotta keep my thing on straight Get my head together and wait 'til I get my share At least I'm on the air You're on the air {*echoes* Yes {*echoes* you're on the air {*echoes* Yes {*echoes* you're on the air {*echoes* Yes {*echoes* Skills, what I'm saying is like, it stems from (To all MC's) From MC's basically, from beginnin to end (To all MC's) And straight out your mental side (To all MC's) Straight through, everything pieces together, knahmsayin? Put the mental thing together, everything equals out Keep your head above water [Verse Two: Nouka] I got a cut for your crates, beats and rhymes On black plates to pass around With my nine to five, plus studio time I got a radio slot tryin to get hot Soonbe was the one that said that there was a flaw When MC's blow up, and they get large And forget, basin they styles on a hit So I try to step around this twist With acts like Green and my man Superb Where rhymin is first and the fame is third So I walk around town with the full cassette Thinkin all the times of new ways to stay fresh This is what I do daily You might see the show and request me Do an interview and speak about the West And some whack MC, might try to test Like 'Sef I got stress and sometimes I may Smoke me a blunt with my man Kwame Yes {*echoes* you're on the air {*echoes* |
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