Drums Of Steel

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    [ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ]
    Stop what you're doin, cause the plane's takin off
    Miss a second of instructions, and you might get lost
    In a crazy cloud of madness, [?spanish?]
    Ultimate extravaganza, the style and finesse
    Now he's the S-e-a-double n-i-e
    Father's last name is Bouldin, so he uses the B
    Captivator of the cuties, understood by few
    Makin money for a livin, cause this is what we do
    You just have a man if your soul is hollow
    The crew has chose to lead cause we never learned to follow
    So all you who flex, and yo, you know the deal
    Just listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel

    Listen to my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang
    To my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang
    Listen to my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang

    [ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]
    Good time guaranteed, take no nonsense
    Yo Muggs, that's your cue, so let the beat commence
    So all you lovers, watch your girl, cause we'll take em to Utopia
    Hold her real close, cause we might be scopin her
    Sean has the dream, I have the vision
    I think it's 'bout time the coalition starts this mission
    See, prophets speak with knowledge, the truth they never mitigate
    Our bond is strong, for no more thou shall desecrate
    Cold rock a rabble, question when we quibble
    Don't understand? Then figure out the riddle
    Cause I'm speakin knowledge, everything's for real
    Listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel

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    Listen to my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang
    To my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang
    Listen to my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang
    To my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang, bang

    [ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]
    Inventin lyrics is the motive, and this is the life
    Live for the moment and rollin the dice
    Cause gamblers always takin a chance
    The drums are slammin, so let's all dance
    Brother, listen to that good old hip-hop music
    There's no comparison, so don't you confuse it
    With any other, in a class of its own
    Some might say it's the vocal tone
    Word, talkin in English, never speakin in tongues
    It's the bass in the voices and the air in the lungs
    Grandmixer Muggs, show em what hip-hop means
    Baby boys outta Brooklyn, DJ from Queens
    But now we cool in Cali, live in L.A.
    Makin money for a livin, livin day by day
    Even heavy metallers give up and yield
    When they listen to our drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel

    Listen to my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang
    To my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang
    Listen to my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang
    To my drummer
    As my drummer goes bang, bang, bang

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