Two Reasons Songtext
von Don Johnson Big Band

All the way live from the beginning
Check this, one two
We got the E to the M
Style is called jazz
Try to understand
Teddy Rock
Watch the fire coming out the pen


I don′t purport to be something I am not, if you supporting me
But if you taunting me, you're not even in the orbit we
Inhabit, parameters in order, we the static
In your quarters, either that or it′s panic, disorderly
Emphatic mode of passion, I storm a beat and never cash in
Treat the microphone accordingly
Waiting is fine, I'm waiting in line delayed I get hot
We came to get live and stay to get high, no way to get stopped
Whip the chord and leave, lashes on your back, in fact, mortally
Wounded mc's will feel the power of authority
And just the thought of me will leave your paralysed with terror
Wear a helmet for protection, the falling beat
Is not an error, we drop it to endeavour
And there′s more to me than clever word maneuvering
We do this for the need of those
Who understand but can′t afford to read
I give a call to E, let's run it, ′cause we was born to be

Refrain:
Two reasons to live on planet Earth
See you fighting for a third makes me wonder can it work
Well I got that same number but I'm getting mad impatient
They wanted me to rock the show but didn′t want to pay shit
Just two reasons to live on planet Earth
See you fighting for a third makes me wonder can it work
I think I got that same number but I'm getting mad impatient
They wanted me to rock the show


Eh yo I′m back in the bus-iz-ness, check the way I lace the
B-iz-eat, my sh-iziz-nit bring you a taste of the str-ez-eet
All the listeners check your physique I'm about to make you
Jump, window window, what was sticking to your bumper
The unbelievable miss outta Hell's kitchen
Tails twitchin, I switch into position and start bitchin′
Fuck rockin′ under with a hammer and a sickle
See the sweat-trickle-down effect and select
A new million dollar grin then cool grill you bout a sin
It's aggravated mic murder go again
And what you beginning? My word against yours
This could be the final battle don′t look in my eyes
Unless you know you got your saddle tied up
I light up to complete what you beginning

Refrain

I'm your father, start a riot in your section
The E double M is jazzin′ up your section
The camel lead 'em freedom fighting in your section
And punk is one kiss away from your section
Got the A-L-F-O-N-S-O in your section
And got another mad piano flow in your section

First I cut it to the left, then I boogie to the right
What? Cut it to the left, then I boogie to the right
Rocking heads down uptown Saturday night
And hope they never catch me running from a battle, we fight
That′s right, lesson number one in setting microphones ablaze
Or a second hand move into a third phase
Four is my favorite number when it's followed by another
Huh? I'm rocking this for the five percent, brother
But there′s six billion other people waiting to discover
What you wrote? Better pay me seven figures ′cause I'm broke
No joke, and eight is for the haters who provoke
Mad beef, nine to five, no fire, all smoke
And it′s like that, we under the ground, a thundering sound
Will bring the beat back to maintain creative control
The backpack distribution made insane in the cold
Raiding the stage, who? Aiming a blow to amaze you

Refrain

Vitun fucking beautiful man