Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dance On Glass, artist - Q-Tip. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dance On Glass |
| The people at the label say they want something to repeat |
| But all my people really want something for the streets |
| So keep hookin', hey y’all what’s goin' on? |
| So keep hookin', it’s time your word is bond |
| So keep hookin', let’s do what we must do |
| So keep hookin', ah, ah, let’s hear for |
| Keep, keep |
| Who can make it up? |
| Dark ages here in rap |
| And the constant conversation has been, let’s bring it back |
| Corny rap style niggas, they lack the pedigree |
| Deep waters they be in when they are just the manatee |
| Who me? |
| I am unaffected, the whale, the hammerhead |
| The magnanimous decision, unanimous, I am fed |
| What chu lookin' at? |
| Wait, I can help you with that |
| The formidable, unforgettable paintin' abstract |
| On the wall amongst them all from Tucson Michelle |
| A commodity, hot property, hears the mornin' bell |
| Guantanamo bay in niggas deferrin' routs |
| You soliloquies are trash inferrin' that you got clout |
| Homie, what’s that about? |
| You should revisit your scheme |
| Before the scheme it seems real, it reverts back to a dream |
| Into that pea head of yours you ain’t commandin' no tours |
| You seein' fee per diem, we seein' that in the doors |
| Plus a little bit more because she choosin' the prettiest |
| Thou while it’s wittiest on the low we the grittiest |
| Takin' the task, these barbaric insurgents |
| Who nursery rhyme niggas and play like they are crime figures |
| Man, what could give you such a naive belief? |
| There’s examples all around of careers bein' brief |
| The Luke Cage of the loose leaf page |
| Run and hide, comin out in the yard, bonafied to be hard |
| So keep hookin', keep hookin', |
| Keep hookin', keep hookin' |
| Keep, keep |
| So keep hookin', keep hookin' |
| Keep hookin', keep hookin' |
| Keep, keep |
| As if we readin' pressure’s higher, we should all be that inspired |
| To just lift it and take it higher, peep the name that’s on the flyer |
| Midnight Marauder, low end theoretical |
| Ringtone rappers rockin' shades are forgettable |
| Phantom of the rap world boo, yo you puss in boots |
| Energy’s electric who’s lookin' for a love recruit |
| High definition for the fortunate you to view |
| Challenges with riches, we will put you on strict review |
| Time to turn the tide around, comin' with the tribal sound |
| Brandishin' these microphones, we outlaws in the town |
| Corruption in the fool pit, we witness the jam |
| Acquisition of materials, the evil of man |
| Trickles down to MC’s, we combat the disease |
| With the good and hardy measurement, a real rap sediment |
| Degenerate genes and your body’s the host |
| You need to open up wide, while we give you the douse |
| Gather round, gather round, gather round |
| It’s the hottest thing |
| Gather round, gather round |
| Gather round, it’s the hottest thing |
| Gather round |
| It’s the hottest |