Park Like Setting - Our Turn lyrics

[Verse One: Mcenroe] I can't look back on a checkered game past Just outwit the wack, churn it out like James Last For my catalog you'll need a forklift Digital to an*log will make you pull quick The hand that forced it, the band divorced it A can do attitude, a camp who's born to spit Still legit despite dirty vitals Can't take a quick dip into 30 titles Some may lust For their shows and their honor but never play much Strike a pose like Madonna No action and you're wearing my patience out Quit rapping and become a location scout And if you wanna hang with the stars dude Move to Southern Cal, get a job washing cars too Or get a tattoo Or get a chopper Pimp My Ride Make it proper Rap ain't the flavor of the month now Move to the next fad cause you'll never be down Wow, you got too many throwbacks to go back now An A-1 wardrobe but no rap town Can't rap out loud So hold a garage sale, cash out now Save your receipts and return your sneaks Break Bread hates cheats and we'll burn a leech P&C Finally, ready for prime time Enough with the background, riding the pine time Press kit made up, enough of the if's and whens Got my dues paid [?] dividends Too talented to hang up, make beats bang up A room till the register is rang up The five that earn this, we're wrecking it easily Providing a service, collect 'em like [?] Check this box if your rock the bells yet I come with the lyrics that'll shock a spell check Want inexperience, behold a pale vet A sold a stale debt and hold the nail set For the coffin of a preconceived notion All too often we'll be leave we'll be leaving thee toasted Doors we open, about to be closin' For far too long, we've been left out frozen You've seen the nice guy, now see the sick side Still won't try to be on the dick ride Rest in line while the whole world flicks by Invest in mine so I keep my kicks fly This guy in is disguise Diss mine in this life... Find a fist fly At the fish fry I pick bones With the fools of misguided as I kick clones One trick ponies who lead dead homes To block that all out I need headphones And more beat Where's the beat at? "It's our turn"