Copyright © 2010

“Sweatin'”
Written/Performed by: J. Harmon
Produced by: L@w™

Hi, i'm from a galaxy for away/
i've came to magically capture all of your brains/
invade your air waves, through radio plays/
in ways that your brain can't really obtain/
i was sent here to get in and hit ears/
infiltrate the game and break in it this year/
it took me light years and years to get here and/
i ain't leavin either so please bring me a beer/
legs geting anxious from cryogenic stasis/
ready to make moves and i'm growing impatient/
already paid dues, you owin' me a repayment/
i'm takin everything, the kitchen sink i claim it/
"can you change this?"
not if we play the same shit/
everyday the same buffet gets lame quick/
tell them lames quit, wit all that bang bang shit/
u got an education, but it seems like ya brains squished/
they just a fad, somethin you already had but/
once they off the map they don't come back/
they lack the stamina, to handle all the managers/
flashin of the cameras make'em panic like amateurs/
they constantly examinin ya, lookin at ya like animals/
they look to you for answers like u had the master notes/
they make up quotes claimin that you had proposed that/
"smokin cures canser and rappers of the antidote"/
nope, i said, "Weed Cures AIDS", now/
everybody take one to the face/
and have sex with as many as you can/
with no protection, and make sure you bring a friend/
Yeah

This ain't no one two stepper/
this is a song to make your hoe ass get up/
give me a hug and make ya boyfriend jealous/
roll in the club and have everybody sweat us
like
drip, drip drip drip drip drip
and now ya girls like
drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

(HaHa)
It was gettin lonely up there/
i came down here, because i enjoy air/
MC slayer, dope rhyme creator/
where ever you lay your head i'm taking over your layer with/
mic cords, speakers and even faders/
music mayor, better yet, hip hop savior/
you'll say "Jesus Christ", no wonder why he came here/
observe how he writes, he's a modern day Shakespeare/
So no you can't play here/
you have cooties ain't wash your booty in 8 years/
really and truly you smell like dookey from caked rears/
always drooling you can not move me with fake tears/
so stay clear, and let the mic go/
leggo my eggo before i let that 9 blow/
find ya own, this is my thrown/
or we'll play golf like 50, and give you 9 holes/
thats with my eyes closed/
you say you fly wanna see you try, go on/
i'll be standin by to watch you dive, alone/
no one is above me, its a no fly zone/

This ain't no 1, 2, stepper/
this is a song to make yo hoe ass get up/
give me a hug and make your boyfriend jealous/
roll in the club and have everybody sweat us/
like
drip drip drip drip drip drip
and now your girls like
drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip