Get Yours - Son Of Light

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)