Don Johnson Big Band

ONE MC, ONE DELAY LYRICS

Chorus

One MC and one delay
We rock the party with no DJ
One MC and one delay
Who rock the party with no DJ?

Verse 1

I ain't afraid of dying 'cause I'm a laser lion
And better days arrive upon a maze of blind men
Marching on an amazing high, they give me
Nine-eight hey's when I raise a five

Razor fine, cutting edge, on occasion I
Might light up in the backroom raising eyes
And their brows, how's that-a-make your crazy ties
Spin around your red necks when I plagiarize

Blaze a fire from your mouth, keep the place alive
Shatter batteries, effects, and a case of wine
Okay so fine, you're Mr. Big Man on the bass line
If you play so fine, have a taste of mine

I'm like a trapped criminal, face the crime
My track's a little more evasive, I'm
A complacent mind in the place of trying
You can find me in the right place and time

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Verse 2

No I'm not content, I could have rocked a tent
Full of fans, hock the pen, pull up my pants
And go panting: oxygen
Not a damn thing green on my side, hop the fence

'Cause I got the necessary documents
A good word from all the former occupants
Of the house, but not before I locked 'em in
With a mouse, ate the key, my compliments are free

But it will cost you confidence, to be an optimist
Can take an optic lens bigger than Canada
Granted a lot depends on skill
Off the bend to an awkward end of will

Is where the recommended walk begins
'til reason might freeze, turn talk to sense
And if I never write a thesis? doctorates?
Pfffft! I'll write a rhyme and go talk to heads...

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Verse 3

And when the going gets tough, a lot of cats run scared
This is it, a physical whip on your rear
I'll be knockin' on your door sayin' "ay yo yo"
Knockin' on your head sayin' "ay yo yo"

'Cause police don't handle people like Johnson
And these dope vandals are takin' the town, son
A menace to Venice, embarrassin' Paris
Harrison Ford -type charismatic gunners goin' frantic

With arms so heavy, might tear the place down
Ass destruction! Everybody face down!
D to the J to the B to the B to the A to the B-S-U-R-D
'Cuz it's bigger than hiphop, bigger than life

It's bigger than your momma and it's bigger than your wife
Gettin' bigger by the minute, takin' over the nation
These words from the beatback radio station

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Verse 1

6.45 in the morning in december
I'm waiting for the dawning of the sunlight and remember
Your slender, fragile figure asleep beside me
You shivered and weeped as idly in your sleep as when you lied

We could start things all over from scratch
And put it all behind us, move it outside and close the blinders
But it doesn't work that way, you can't erase an emotion
Placing a notion like that might seem hard like facing an ocean

Of cold facts, keep tripping over your own tracks
When you feel like a derailed train hit with a poll tax
More wax than in a female flame, that candle
So much funky shit inside my brain I can't handle

The experience was shattering, the beating and the battering
Were not too flattering, I had to take the matter into
My own hands, my scattering programmes
Were gathering romance, and I had her in slow jams
Then it broke...

Verse 2

Across the table your eyes are wandering
I'm unable to see straight, the world is distorted, unstable
My lifeline inside this microphone cable
Barricade and barrage it with another mad fable for

Jezebel who burned me like the fires in hell
I couldn't tell if you fell into my arms like a bell or a treasure
Felt too much to even measure
Too much pleasure made me forget all about the pain

To sustain the hurt you can no longer avert
Stay alert and avoid everything you can't trust
Dust-to-dust, dirt-to-dirt is what you must
Face like the facts, happiness turns to rust again

Bust and broken, torn apart like a token
See the fire and the smoke, but you don't know who's smoking
Or revoking, drying up the pillow that was soaking in tears
What if the smoke clears from fears never spoken out loud?

Let the dust settle, step on the pedal
See the sun set but I'm, never gonna settle
For less than three hundred miles an hour in the chest
Burn the track, this is only a test

I'm the leader of the pack
My is that...
Number one is no Mathias rap
Don't try this at home little brother
Been doing it for years tearing up the rubber

There's thunder on the race track, fire in the sky
Anticipation and sweat in your eye
We letting it fly now, get up from your seat
Pumping up adrenaline and feeling the heat

Back in the pits the girls celebrate
Who the man? Straight to the getaway van
Never made plans, hands where the game is
Hear the people scream tell them what my name is

Coconut grove, one hell of a heat
Late roam to a party down Melbourne Street
There's five lanes, five bad brothers
Gonna migrate on your highway
Runners of gaming, at nine AM to the pavement
I'm on the new town by noon
The road is the one room I've ever paid rent for

(line needs to be added)They play ez rock but I was set for

The soul purpose to rock you damn ready
To keep the hand steady and speed if I gotta go
Fast to a blond Betty in the junction

In the back section the girls all celebrate
Who the man?Straight to the getaway van
Never made plans, hands where the game is
Hear the people scream, tell them what my name is

Chorus x 2
Charismatic Johnson blew the bar
One, two, three, four, get in the car
Charismatic Johnson blew the bar
One, two, three, four, get in the car

I'm in the front row, front seat, last call
Asphalt on goodyear would gear my fast fall
People equal name with fame and
Speed with greed, slow down in the fast lane

Rubber and flesh, another turn missed
Blowing a kiss, paramedics on the scene
Brown skin ladies and the champagne flowin'
Towns swing to the music and it feels like a dream

Here here to the race and the strong competition
Put the drinks on me, the wrong kind of mission
But it's never gonna stop me enjoying the thrill
godspeed, car speed and kill

Back in the pits, the girls all celebrate
Who the man? Straight to the getaway van
Never made plans, hands where the game is
Hear the people scream, tell them what my name is

Chorus x 2

Flute solo: Anthem of Mayhem

Chorus x 2

It's getting louder than an earthquake, the fabulous four
About to crack it, and hammer down as never before
My leather jacket feel the force of my two wheel monster
T-bone? Never, the damage is constant

'Cause I'm front door to the Ginmill with a sponsor on my lip
An ounce or more, I hit the floor and bounce her on my hip
Announce a war, I tip the missus, roll away from the cherry tops
Dirty side down in the rain, another heavy shock

Intro

Saw a man in the street with his fist in the air
Treading along with a quiet limp and a mystery glare
This could be fair he insisted in a whisper and stared me down
As I passed him, asked him if they missed him and cared

Eyes suspicious, used to being attacked on
The smell of liquor in his breath, he had pride in his backbone
Said i'm just an old man with his life in a shopping cart
This dog is my family and I sleep in the park

But I wasn't always like this, never thought i'd fall this deep
All mystique is long gone, i'm in a hole and my call is weak
But the people just don't listen to a bum they all mistreat
And it's not easy to climb out when the wall is steep

Chorus

My mind is spoken
My mind is broken
My mind's been open for too long

Verse 1

There's a light inside still glowing in the kitchen
You walk down the stairs, turn life into fiction
That intersection could be the last turn
And the way you keep beating your heart on fast burn is

Fatal, unable to find the right label
For the sudden disappearance of familiar road maps
You got a video-phone-fax and everything you need
But can't hide the truth under a table

So you proceed to the street and find yourself alone
In the freezing cold, under your feet is
The crackling ice that makes time disappear
Let your eyelids fall, is blindness a fear?

Quiet as the sheer heavy weight that leaves a long shadow
When you're battling back to where you started
The cold hot on your heels appeals to the real sense
You got little that needs to be guarded

So keep that thought and your wheel in motion
All the mirrors are gone, you feel the motion of
The past getting closer, infinite on this tape
Minute by minute, give it my limit and escape...

(Check this)
Head first into the fire,
see me cursing the entire world
I fire bullets out the mouth into a tire wall
empires fall, others rise even higher, warfare
is there to keep you scared in despair,
more care
is needed, I feed it in your system with a needle
never clean it, breath in words when you read them
on a page, and engage with the rage, I proceeded
to write ^'em on the walls and the call's not impeded
see them people with most are rarely opposed to having more
frequently those who gleefully toast a famine or
contaminated water are the ones who really haven't fought a
moment, cant afford another man across the border
order order in the courtroom! caught up in a cartoon
moving toward a war, and the slaughter ^'bout to start soon
all the people rise up before the record ends
forgive-ah-me, jah bless, why I best make amends

well it's a jah jah blow job
it's a jah jah blow job
need to find your way back to the
jah jah blow job (x3)

close up the border, declare a state of alert
i'll take your president for hostage with a pen, it's gonna hurt
and make him sit down at a table, lock his ankles to the chair
listen to him screaming for his bitch tony where?
sounds fair, now the picture getting clearer by the minute
smack a pen upon a table, dial a call to the senate
when it rings, four times, there's an answer
outline my demands, give ^'em a name, it's ^'the dancer^'
here's a collection of treaties you will sign
if you don't, you're running out of time
what you complain about? So they work a little harder
for the same amount, it's fair trade, not a grain of doubt
we keep the money up north and move the labour south
and never let it bother me when pulling my new trainers out
cause you see it doesn't make it more certain
the world's biggest killers operate behind a curtain
suffering loud, suffering quiet, tougher than iron
an eye for an eye and I keep seeing more terror
so the world turns ever on its axis
one man struggles while another one relaxes
we need a leader with the voice of horace andy
singing on the balkans, the pyrenees and andies
no professor, not a doctor, not a preacher, not a politician, not a schoolteacher
but people hear him in the city and the country
all them want is music, and the music make ^'em run free

we will kill your leaders and bring you democracy
can't appreciate it?
is it hard to see
we only want what is best for your people
benevolent sequel, it only might seem cruel
when paratroopers who've been shooting down like
hell from above, regroup and start looting for fun
run to village after village, pillaging without aim
and gain advantage, the damage will outweigh
the nerve of going to war against the will of the world
turn on the television, see them kill another little girl
was she a military target? collateral damage?
killed by a missile in the city market
now it's darker overhead than it's ever been
severing the world body from the head, endeavouring
on a crusade for hussein and who's sane and who's not?
I swear, these cruise missiles are all aimed at the top