lets all...get along together...
puff a little doja...with you and your mans...
do it if you can...
cause when the mic's on...u gotta love what you doin...
then you'll hear that dead calm...it'll ruin your plans...
playing spades with the race card...
is like driving towards a train in a racecar...
so just...keep playing your part...
since silence is golden...
you wanna put a couple of chains in their hearts...
when a stiff crowd moves...its like parting the sea...
hands in the air for all you to see...
heads nod to the beat...obviously...its gotten to be...
a positive relief...
not to get loud boo's...
and appeal to all...even with the fear you'll fall...
lighters in the air...they even repeat what is said...
only cats that ain't feeling you...dead...
orchestrating the tears with notes...clenching ears with flow...
that took years to grow...its phonetical appearance molds...
the impact...that has gained acceptance...
you we're given a gift...that's why its called stage presence...
