Big Beat Evangelists

I do it, I do it

I do it, I do it

I do it, I do it (Something strange is happening, Something strange is happening)

I do it, I do it (I don't know where to begin, But something strange is happening)

I do it this way from the first to the seventh day

Stay on target like an x-wing flexing my brain

As I state my claim that my aim is to do this properly

Watch me dismiss your snobbery promptly

As if my soul could be another man's property

You gotta be joking, think a minute about what you've been smoking

Before you start choking and gasping and asking, "who knew?"

It's simple. I'm cheeky like dimple

I jump up I get the thumbs up like a thimble

It ain't what you're thinking, though

I'm known to be prone to kick over thrones and leave governments overthrown

Charismatic with the verbal acrobatic

Top gun take your breath away and leave you asthmatic

It's automatic that my standards are raised to the attic and my tone is emphatic

Feel the movement, it's fluid like sand in the hour glass

How could I stand to let even a single hour pass

Without bounding ahead and thinking far back

I take to the sky, you're grounded on the tarmac

If there's a mic to be rocked, I will throw the first stone

I cross time zones, root like rhizomes with my rhyme tomes

I'm not alone, my friend's found 5 strong

We reciting rhymes so you can sing along. So sing along!

We got the tasty treats to fill your mouth so open wide

We serve poetic justice. Stay open all night.

While I can't understand why shit gets held high

Those fads that won't die. They just won't so

I sleepwalk the street talk like somnambulist

We rock like amethyst, we rare like ambergris

It's scandalous music planned by avarice

You're sorely misinformed like see-span panelist

I never planned on this

Big beat evangelist

Whack track antagonist,

Pass raps through dialysis

But we stand by this

So here's a code to those who know to throw up your right fist, like this

But when it pours you know it's raining

These rats in races got me pistol-whipped like stamens

I ain't complaining, though, just hopping off this fence

Cause when it's all said and done things will finally come together and make some sense