2 Skinnee J's - Big Beat Evangelists lyrics

I do it, I do it I do it, I do it I do it, I do it (Something strange is happening, Something strange is happening) I do it, I do it (I don't know where to begin, But something strange is happening) I do it this way from the first to the seventh day Stay on target like an x-wing flexing my brain As I state my claim that my aim is to do this properly Watch me dismiss your snobbery promptly As if my soul could be another man's property You gotta be joking, think a minute about what you've been smoking Before you start choking and gasping and asking, "who knew?" It's simple. I'm cheeky like dimple I jump up I get the thumbs up like a thimble It ain't what you're thinking, though I'm known to be prone to kick over thrones and leave governments overthrown Charismatic with the verbal acrobatic Top gun take your breath away and leave you asthmatic It's automatic that my standards are raised to the attic and my tone is emphatic Feel the movement, it's fluid like sand in the hour gla** How could I stand to let even a single hour pa** Without bounding ahead and thinking far back I take to the sky, you're grounded on the tarmac If there's a mic to be rocked, I will throw the first stone I cross time zones, root like rhizomes with my rhyme tomes I'm not alone, my friend's found 5 strong We reciting rhymes so you can sing along. So sing along! We got the tasty treats to fill your mouth so open wide We serve poetic justice. Stay open all night. While I can't understand why sh** gets held high Those fads that won't die. They just won't so I sleepwalk the street talk like somnambulist We rock like amethyst, we rare like ambergris It's scandalous music planned by avarice You're sorely misinformed like see-span panelist I never planned on this Big beat evangelist Whack track antagonist, Pa** raps through dialysis But we stand by this So here's a code to those who know to throw up your right fist, like this But when it pours you know it's raining These rats in races got me pistol-whipped like stamens I ain't complaining, though, just hopping off this fence Cause when it's all said and done things will finally come together and make some sense