Bring It to the Masses by Pete Miser Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Player do what I told you
The track's gonna fold you
You still mad about the oregano I sold you?
I hold you responsible for your own actions
Fuck around and get your face wrecked like Michael Jackson's
Not a has-been yet but I ain't no rookie neither
Got an off beat style to make you dance or have a seizure
Either or it don't matter to me
The whole world's running down like a battery be
And I'm on Avenue B with a sign that says "God's coming"
And all y'all pushers and cops better start running
'Cause when she arrives she's gonna be pissed as hell
Or out on Canal with t-shirts to sell
I'm trying to change the world before I change my mind
In these changing times
I find it strange that I'm still sane watching the world gone mad
Posted up on the Ave with a pen and a pad
[Hook]
Pete Miser, bring it to the masses
[Verse 2]
Now for the record it's a...
Celebration, tune into your local station
Apocalypse now from the foul mouth half-Asian
Pedro hey yo lay low if you hate bro
Ain't no need for you to move without my say so
Stage show poppin' stoppin' them in their And-1s
Handsome lyrical phantom with fans that span from
All corners of the globe, cold like a la mode
Phone tapped now I'm speaking in code like
(Shout out to the Last Poets)
That's just the start of it
Retarded shit every time I rhyme then I departed with
A flash of light mashin' right out the area
Young player making waves like an aircraft carrier
Staring your clique down my shit pounds
I spit sounds so cold even the thermostat gets down
I flip frowns downside up
And then rewind if you ain't had enough
[Hook]
Pete Miser, bring it to the masses
[Verse 1]
Player do what I told you
The track's gonna fold you
You still mad about the oregano I sold you?
I hold you responsible for your own actions
Fuck around and get your face wrecked like Michael Jackson's
Not a has-been yet but I ain't no rookie neither
Got an off beat style to make you dance or have a seizure
Either or it don't matter to me
The whole world's running down like a battery be
And I'm on Avenue B with a sign that says "God's coming"
And all y'all pushers and cops better start running
'Cause when she arrives she's gonna be pissed as hell
Or out on Canal with t-shirts to sell
I'm trying to change the world before I change my mind
In these changing times
I find it strange that I'm still sane watching the world gone mad
Posted up on the Ave with a pen and a pad
[Hook]
Pete Miser, bring it to the masses
[Verse 2]
Now for the record it's a...
Celebration, tune into your local station
Apocalypse now from the foul mouth half-Asian
Pedro hey yo lay low if you hate bro
Ain't no need for you to move without my say so
Stage show poppin' stoppin' them in their And-1s
Handsome lyrical phantom with fans that span from
All corners of the globe, cold like a la mode
Phone tapped now I'm speaking in code like
(Shout out to the Last Poets)
That's just the start of it
Retarded shit every time I rhyme then I departed with
A flash of light mashin' right out the area
Young player making waves like an aircraft carrier
Staring your clique down my shit pounds
I spit sounds so cold even the thermostat gets down
I flip frowns downside up
And then rewind if you ain't had enough
[Hook]
Pete Miser, bring it to the masses