Texty: Everlast. Whitey Ford Sings The Blues. Hot To Death.

Boy, let me breakin' it down (Yeah)
You got to know the feel
'Cause them (triple eyes) will break out the hypertest steel on ya, boy,
And you got to know the life
Yeah, feel the life, you know what I'm sayin', you know what that's like (Hey)
You know that, come on!

Say what's gone wrong, you know it just ain't right
Tell me who be left when the spark ignite
From the break o' daylight to the fall of the sun
You gotta pick your fight it's time to choose your gun

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Front to back, right to left,
Keep it live all night, make it hot to death
Get your heart pumpin' like some crystal meth
Keep it live all night, make it hot to death

(Well)
(Hey)

Tell me who's your God? Does He make a lotta dough?
Will He take you higher, or to the fire below?

CHORUS

Guns to roses, Abraham to Moses,
Daylight exposes what the night conceals
Let's break these seals and get this thing started
Some be outclassed and some be outsmarted
Some be overwhelmed by the blinding rays
And hear the whisper in the night, get trapped in the maze
See, back in the days when I was juvenile
I dreamed of rockin' on the mic in a brand new style
Now I'm shakin' these bones tryin' to get these shoes
I've been in major coos, I've paid crazy dues
Now I'm speakin' on music, a slap on knee
A rumor start spreadin' just like a disease
I'll have you down on your knees be b'low the spot ground zero
Turn brown and burn down Rome just like Nero
A hero ain't nothin' but a
(listen)
don't make me say it again
Don't make me say it

CHORUS