Lyrics

Fever

Chorus
Now baby you get me high when I was just down low.
Got me feeling every time I get down, I'm ready to go.
Now turn your speakers up high.
You can drop your seat down low.
I got that focus in my eye.
You got that fever for sure.
Now baby you get me high.

Verse I
Now turn on the tape, cd, record or mp3.
You've got the power now to surround me.
The epitome of what I do lyrically's...
Big time heat...
That's similar to Burger King's ground beef.
Open flame, it stays hot.
Approached the game and made shots like Lebron James.
Gaze and watch.
At how this is arranged
Entertaining plots... The true story how I met hip hop.
Dot, dot, dot.
Keeps on going.
The energizer beating on a drum, not slowing a bit not for no one.
Checking his thermometer.
Doctor's mouth open shocked when the mercury busts the top open.
"Never gon' quits" my slogan.
Competitive whenever I can win, better bet on that notion.
Forward in my motion with max emotion.
... And music in my backpack going.

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Verse II
Folks hate giving me credit like banks do.
But that's my momentum to get it so thank you.
You make music artless then they praise you.
But without soul it's just a corpse in the booth.
Tell me what more can I do?
I'm yelling at the scoreboard keeper 'cause the game's confused.
Big stars buying copies of their own records.
Nielson Soundscan's got it all messed up.
MC's not hungry and ya boy's fed up.
We got a whole lot to say but they won't let us.
Clear channel got a small mind and a big wallet.
A bad combination for a starving artist.
But music don't care about your rims or cars...
...or how much bling you need to resemble a star.
Give me two turntables, mics, and a guitar, a keyboard and it's au revoir to all of y'all.

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Verse III
If you can get the "who" then you've got the how.
All you do is switch the letters around.
But can you tell me why when they label it it's underground?...
'Cause I'm live.
And no grave can contain the sound.
Young guy with a taste for loud...
Bass, drums with a punch.
Like De La knocking 'em down.
'Cause I'm a Hoya with Soul.
Better yet big dog.
I'm never stressing the cats that talk.
Not at all...
All my life, been a long shot at it...
But when I get the mic I get on hot status.
True to myself. I don't try to be the baddest.
Refuse to do below average.
But by my standards and what I stand for...
Roll with the punches.
And duck when you jab yours.
Kobe in crunch time...
Mentally that strong...
I ain't got to lose everything for me to value it all.

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Verse IV
I focus on doing things that bring me success.
I focus on real friends and forget the rest.
I had a Ford Focus.
and drove it to death...
...Lost focus on my goals...
It got repossessed.
To make it here I guess I'm blessed.
Got a lot of regrets but I see them as a lesson or test.
Keep running, never breaking a sweat...
...With a song my headphone set. Just like this.

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