This is not a show.
This is not a show.
You think fashion’s your friend, my friend, fashion is danger.
Ain’t nothing gon’ stop kid from getting his due. No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe.
Tillin’ the wasteland sands, raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin’ fan.
I’m curious to know exactly how you are. I keep my distance, but that distance is too far.
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle, don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto.
I am a reverend of irreverence, I’m a shill for any sacrilege.
It’s been so long, I’ve been out of my body with you. I feel alone, feel at home, feel like nothing is true.
Well, you know I look like a woman, but I cut like a buffalo.
Well, I’ve got a fever, I’m a non-believer, I’m in a state of grace, for I am the Caesar, I’m gonna seize the day.
I challenge any opponent who want to smoke – we can pull ‘till our voice get lower than Tone Loc.
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?
Heads will rock n’ roll to this one.
Love love “Bulletproof,” and the whole album has a high-octane dance pop energy.