Lyrics S.O.S. - Bush Babees, Mos Def

S.O.S.

S.O.S.\nbreaker breaker 1 9 maydey\nsurviving off of pennies until my next payday\nall I ever wanted was a real nice lady\na clean pair of socks\nand some fish for my gravy\nbut all I get is rice\nwhich will have to suffice\ncoz I always used to think I didn’t need no advice\nso I never ever really tried to heed no advice\nbut in the end we all pay the price\nso let’s get to the point (point point)\nof the whole situation\nso many obstacles\nso many confronations\nbut still I’m focused on reaching every station\ncoz destiny is my destination\nI came to make it happen\ninstead of wasting time I don’t got\nthe time is now\ncoz I only got one shot\nnavigating through the schemes\nand the intricate plots\ncoz you and I is all we got\nlets make it happen\nS.O.S.\nbreaker breaker 1−9 maydey\nsurviving off of pennies until my next payday\nall I ever wanted was a real nice lady\na clean pair of socks\nand some fish for my gravy\n(Lee Majors verse)\nwhy\nwhy is the world round\nwhy do the suckas bite\nwhy do the freaks come out at night\nwhy they paint Jesus white\nI sit and wonder why\nwe breakin hip hop laws\ndoing videos in houses that we know ain’t yours\nrepresenting projects\nman them shits ain’t yours (check your lease)\nwhat I release I’ll make you shit in your draws\nWell then\nhear what I say (OK)\nyour begin for an easy way\nwell I don’t know (well I don’t know)\noh yes I don’t know\nYo light\nlet me let these niggas know\nits like all I ever wanted was a girl with\nrespect and a 3rd eye\nDKNY ain’t what makes you fly\nlights in my face\ngovernment in my pocket\nits hard to be a prophet and still make a profit\nS.O.S.\nbreaker breaker 1−9 maydey\nsurviving off of pennies until my next payday\nall I ever wanted was a real nice lady\na clean pair of socks\nand some fish for my gravy\n(Mos Def)\nI swing with phat cats to smack tracks over phat raps\nit’s all of that we tread the BK back road (brooklyn)\n'96 about to put it on\nhey baby palm\nput a quarter upon the needle head\nto hold it still while I lace up the verbal threat\nnow watch me sew shit up\nmos def in your spot about to blow shit up\nsee i’ve been rhyming since when I was growing up\nthat’s why I say that shit that\nmake the party open up\nlike the sky\nplus my voice is fly\nI roll with dave mase\nand wonder why\nI rock it from Medina green on to the strong i-i\nland on my feet coz I’m a cool cat\nmake the kids around my way say\nhow you do that\nbe careful what you say coz ain’t no takebacks\nand if you makin' moves\ndon’t fake jacks\nperhaps that’s the sound when you smack the drum skin\nwhenever y’all want to jump in\nman I don’t want the landlord kicking my door in\nyou tired of getting high but you\nnever know when\nand fuck around and get low again\nbut you can always be certain my friend\nhow your low tide is always gonna come in\nit’s like that\nso check it on out y’all\nS.O.S.\nbreaker breaker 1−9 maydey\nsurviving off of pennies until my next payday\nall I ever wanted was a real nice lady\n(Lee Majors)\n(It's like right about now you’re probably sitting on\nyour couch thinking, damn what is son doing.\nI don’t understand\nyou try to front but its like you can’t son\nits music\nyou gotta appreciate music\ntake a listen\nyeah, y’all don’t understand\nbefore you a mc\nyou a artist\nyou make music\nso make that music\nlisten to this, yeah, I feel it\nI see your heads.)