SINIMA - Hit The Stage lyrics

Verse 1: See me sitting, soaking up the atmosphere Gaze around, it's crystal clear that the cash is near Sweaters is cashmere Fresh Js from last Pillow cases like oil paintings, plenty Mac smeared The return of Monet b**hes charging at me trying to get wifed, I matador 'em like Olé Sidestep, get out my face what kind of game you trying to play Couple weeks back you were getting dug out by my ace Now you Say you turned over a new leaf Transformed to a housewife, but you a legendary groupie Loose Lucy Trying to play mother Theresa But on the low, you chasing Mastercards and Visas This FIBA You cannot kick it in my league I'm busy with the director finishing touches on these scenes Hustle I respect, but after neck I gotta jet Just looked down at my Bulova I'm 'bout to be late for soundccheck Outletc Chorus: The world's too much, until I hit the stage Simple instrumentals send fans into a craze Trying to get paid, forget a minimum wage I'm loving every second, I'm praying it never...fades (x2) Poor man's studio in the basement Blunt blazin' I'm penning that Wes Craven Horror stories Lines born in laboratories Final scene coming, I promise I'll make it gory Scalpel in my pocket, removing you rappers' kidneys Flow cold, touch my CD, you'll lose some extremities By any means protecting those, that's kin to me Got my diction from the circus, watch me flip these similies 24 hours a year, we on guard Fake thugs toughing, want to show that their hard I don't got time for the games, or lames that play 'em More concerned with grabbing this mic and causing mayhem Grow up, get out the playpen Elevate your station Worry about yourself, then you can stop second placin' I'm just sayin' DJ mixing, can't miss my cue Throw back this brew You know exactly what it's time to do (Chorus x2) Verse 3: We got Babies cryin', politicians lyin' Litigation smokescreens, debt multiplyin' Welfare line filin', nuclear stockpilin' Domestic terror, self-poison, police with the sirens Break free of the tyrants Might even take some violence Time to make some noise, nothing came from the silence Church and state separate, but joined, like a hyphen No face-to-face fighin' they wear ghillie suits, snipin' It's nothin' new, paper, gla**, cardboard recyclin' It's all trash to me, you hear the garbage they recitin' The bar's been heightened So gone get to climbin' Trying to feed the world with this food for thought through my writin' Lately the state of rap is really scaring me Less focus on rhyme, fixation with the melody That plus the fact that I might not make it to 70 Time to hit the stage, move the crowd, soak up some therapy (Chorus x2)