Joey Chavez, DJ Babu, Evidence - Reservation for One lyrics
[Joey Chavez, DJ Babu, Evidence - Reservation for One lyrics]
Yo, accept defeat as I drop after the heat
Don't provoke, come fully equipped
Daggered and Cloak so what you wanna do?
I came in bumpin Jack of Spades
You came in wit Two of Hearts by Stacey Q?
Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no rise
My DJ's in the shadows, I perform
Show my soul side
To the audience, programmed intelligent
Active ingredient, balance, find the medium
It rains, let it hail
Don't front my shit is ill
Tomorrow's on your voice mail
Digest it like a pill
Lost my jones for cigarettes
My lungs ain't charred
Yo my sentences are full
I average eight words per bar
Babs, forgive em
They know not what they doin
They built for themselves
That's why they places lay in ruins
Yo, isn't it funny how these
Cats lack the basics? Like rhymin on time
Four four?the serve's by Asics? Cuts by Babu
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"
"Ideas start to hit
And when my pen hit's the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat?"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when my hit hit's the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat"
Yo this seat's reserved for one
Of course matches my ticket stub
Escorted properly, your game bored
Board like Monopoly
My satiety limit is twenty minutes
I blow more trees than Louie Freese
This flow's inifinite
Cadence, pocket, lesson, structure
Been rhymin nine years
My dedication pass peers
Skill level break the beat up
No time for my feet up no relaxing
I keep it movin like DeNiro in Taxi
Driver, my name's Mike, Ev when I get hyper
Emergency, man down, who shot the sniper?
Yo I seen you in the crowd, arms crossed
I know you heard of me (Stop frontin)
The show is hot
I get props from the security
Raisin levels of expectancy
Yeah your shit is tight
You think it's ABB quality?
I don't think so, aiyyo Ben grab the fish net
Take em to the pier and
Throw em off at sunset after the heat
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hit's the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"
"I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical"
"Ideas start to hit
And when the pen hit's the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hit's the paper, aww shit"
Don't provoke, come fully equipped
Daggered and Cloak so what you wanna do?
I came in bumpin Jack of Spades
You came in wit Two of Hearts by Stacey Q?
Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no rise
My DJ's in the shadows, I perform
Show my soul side
To the audience, programmed intelligent
Active ingredient, balance, find the medium
It rains, let it hail
Don't front my shit is ill
Tomorrow's on your voice mail
Digest it like a pill
Lost my jones for cigarettes
My lungs ain't charred
Yo my sentences are full
I average eight words per bar
Babs, forgive em
They know not what they doin
They built for themselves
That's why they places lay in ruins
Yo, isn't it funny how these
Cats lack the basics? Like rhymin on time
Four four?the serve's by Asics? Cuts by Babu
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"
"Ideas start to hit
And when my pen hit's the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat?"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when my hit hit's the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat"
Yo this seat's reserved for one
Of course matches my ticket stub
Escorted properly, your game bored
Board like Monopoly
My satiety limit is twenty minutes
I blow more trees than Louie Freese
This flow's inifinite
Cadence, pocket, lesson, structure
Been rhymin nine years
My dedication pass peers
Skill level break the beat up
No time for my feet up no relaxing
I keep it movin like DeNiro in Taxi
Driver, my name's Mike, Ev when I get hyper
Emergency, man down, who shot the sniper?
Yo I seen you in the crowd, arms crossed
I know you heard of me (Stop frontin)
The show is hot
I get props from the security
Raisin levels of expectancy
Yeah your shit is tight
You think it's ABB quality?
I don't think so, aiyyo Ben grab the fish net
Take em to the pier and
Throw em off at sunset after the heat
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hit's the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"
"I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical"
"Ideas start to hit
And when the pen hit's the paper"
"Who's the man in the hot seat"
"Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hit's the paper, aww shit"