In The VIP

There's a war going on outside no-one is safe from
Didn’t notice 'til they took it out my paystub
Proletariat until you find me face up
Five fingers make a fist; better raise one
Now you're holding up a deadly combination
Raise the other for the brother tryin’ to change some
'Til you got a set to even the equation
Stick and move until the opportune occasion
Innovation will set me free eventually
Microchips, gigabytes, technology
I see it comin' quicker, they think it's just speculatin'
Something's in the air; something's in this newfound data
Buried inside the crossfader: Alpha, Omega
Analog hop; digital operator
See, they're running out of bait to lower the fuel base
Because their oil and gold don’t hold the same weight
My clique’s awake from 1-8-48
For better raise hell when the time coordinates
It ain't a question of if, but of when
I’m preparing my mind and my body until then

(What kind of life am I standing for?)

Yo, a party ain't a party if you can't get in
You best to open up the floor or we gon' bust right in
The velvet ropes will choke your flashin’
When the crowd get hype and the beats get violent

Yo, a party ain't a party if you can't get in
You best to open up the floor or we gon' bust right in
The velvet ropes will choke your flashin'
When the crowd get hype and the beats get violent

There's five stars hidden under these bars
Underneath the concrete streets and boulevards
Been workin' hard for change, but change comin' hard
Been playin' the odds so long my change almost gone
Raise it up -- the roof is on fire but I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin at god we trust because we must
We vibe; we lust; we bang; we bust; dance
'Til your downfall; 'til it's obvious -- relax
You'll know it when the timing is right man
And feel it everywhere; it'll be fight or flight man
So bystand if it suffice man
My people got it bad for a brand new fad
And that's fact -- they don't like how we act
When we practice black magic rap and hollabacks
Speaking slang and code for those who know
For the pros and for the cons
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So let these words live on
'Cause it's the first day of May; we rendezvous dog
It ain't a question of if, but of when
I'm preparing my mind and my body until then

(What kind of life am I standing for?)

Yo, a party ain't a party if you can't get in
You best to open up the floor or we gon' bust right in
The velvet ropes will choke your flashin'
When the crowd get hype and the beats get violent

Yo, a party ain't a party if you can't get in
You best to open up the floor or we gon' bust right in
The velvet ropes will choke your flashin'
When the crowd get hype and the beats get violent