When I (feat. António Louro)

Hey!! Put your hands in the air!! Put your hands in the air!! Stop!!! I’m a mic checker more addict than a hacker It’s first-class when I verse to the mass Hip hop is my gun, lyrics are my shells Raining down on town ready to ring the bells Stage to stage, rhyme to rhyme My words are loose in space and time I break this down and bring it on top My skills are magic. Just breathe and stop Here from I don’t know direct to you The funky drunky sound and lunacy too Speaker’s burn with my fuckin’ rage Trailing my mind as I turn this page Drivin’ you slowly and bringing fire Rhyming with soul and expressing desire The breakdown is crucial to rock steady I hope that you are ready Chorus: When I grab the mic I turn insane When I take the mic I bring the pain When I’m on stage it feels so fine When I rhyme the world is mine I cannot end this… pull me in Push me harder and then drag that string Make me wanna sing, make me wanna rap So furious… so fast… this game is a trap I knock you out… heat the floor one more time I’m the master of the game so I score prime I’m illegal… I’m unofficial… I’m immoral… I’m informal I’m of the record… superior to the normal Sit down… relax and burn with my words Do you know how this shit works? I’m the leader… you follow me When you look to me what a fuck do you see? Your boss… Your pimp… hey open your mind Is just craft… yours truly all the time Come to the stage with me… come with me Be like me… I’m whatever I wanna be Chorus Hey!! Put your hands in the air!! Put your hands in the air!! Hey!! Put your hands in the air!! Like you just don’t care Pianos kicks Mind slicks Beating… spiting Drinking and living Life my way Night by night day by day Over and over again Just the memory remains Chorus Lyrics © 2007 by António Louro Vocals by AJ Craft