Lyrics Get Yours - Son Of Light

Get Yours

You could be the word on the streets, I’ll be the word on the beat
Make you turn on the heat, I shine
Son’s got it in mind to blow up year, by year, by one at a time
My words hold such force that the audiences run to the mill and get lost
Turn me on, but can’t turn me off
You miss my rhymes and words of course
Got no room for poor, the world’s tore
We got no room for war
More bombing, you got room in your drawers
More tunes then you got room for applause
Soon head shit, with tune to the source
Who spits shit every fool with a word
True grip, sun’s close with the birds
There’s a new time coming, that’s what I heard
Yes, let’s do it like this
Say one word and I say my bit
Scream so loud cause I can’t hear shit
Try too hard and you won’t make it
Cause you ain’t my bitch
You ain’t my trick
You ain’t my blood
You ain’t so sick
You ain’t my music
I ain’t your hits, just sit with the sun that’s it
And go
Just go, go get yours
Just run to the mill, don’t pause
Just go, go get yours
Get the meat, get the gravy, get the sauce
Just go, go get yours
Time will teach, Son Of Light of course
Just go, go get your
Everybody wanna be like you
With x-ray vision so they see right through
At the sex missing they wanna get with y’all boo
And the checks, wishing they could have your money too
I’m above that, complicate yourself for a nickel and a dime
You don’t love rap, but you love money
And love’s funny
Get it with your life and say «what up sunny?»
Get it, I get abtsract
What you cats feed or an ass crack
Food, get your cash back
Be an Alkaholik man, bring Tash back
Buy a rubber for a cause, get a flashback
(Listen)
Or listen to a Son say it
You play the right game, but don’t know how to play it
Love is love, that’s real
I guess that you could say that is quarter mill, baby
Get your, get your
Get your, get your
Somebody say get yours
Say get yours
Say get yours
Say get yours
(Everybody, clap your hands)
(De faller og slår seg, men de glemmer å gråte)