Don't You Wanna Rap lyrics |
CD Title: Strong Medicine |
Bryan Duncan |
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| Whoa! It's 8:15 and 81's the gate To catch United to Chicago for a concert date Got my ticket, the baggage for an excess fee I'm in a five mile line to face security They grab my shoulder bag; I'm running short on time And then they single me out to run a check for a crime Then on the intercom, I hear this voice, too sweet "We've been delayed, we're in a fog, why don't you take a seat?" So I sit around, and wastin' time is a sin Here comes a beat box; got the volume at ten And now he's thankin' me for savin' him a place Look around the whole room, there ain't a single space I said, "I don't mind a shuffle to a different beat As long as I can hear it from across the street! Ok?" Uh oh, now he's foldin' his arms He's got this big ol' frown on his face, he says "Baby, don't ya wanna rap with me? Maybe, huh! Out of curiosity Baby, ah hah, yeah, don't ya wanna rap with me? Smilin', that's me, smilin' like I'm on TV" I guess he's prob'ly callin' me baby, man, 'cause I'm a lot smaller than he is Alright, I'll give it a shot! My name is Bryan D and I'm a screamin' machine I sing by tearin' it up; I like it loud if it's clean A full-tilt rhythm you can understand And I can tour the world with the econo band On a mission from God; I like to call Him a Friend I think that people are sick, and He's the med-o-cine I'm sayin' love is the key, yea, not animosity And I'm snatchin' all the children from the enemy And if you get... [Jazz interlude] No, no wait guys! No. Ah man! This ain't it it! Ah, it's supposed to be a rap tune! Ah, man! Thanks a lot guys, that was perfect! Baby, huh! Don't ya wanna rap with me? Maybe, ah hah! Out of curiosity Baby, ah hah, yeah! Don't ya wanna rap with me? Smilin', yeah, I'm smilin' like I'm on TV I know you might be thinking I don't know a lot About what it is, about what it's not Think I'm just a white man with a sheltered life Nice home, two cars, two kids and a wife Just look a little closer while you're starin' at me 'Cause sometimes what you get is more than what you see Been across the land both far and wide I seen all the big cities and the countryside I seen the rich man livin' off the fat of the land The begger in the street holdin' out his hand I know the guilty of murder in the first degree The preacher, the teacher, the pharisee I meet a victim a day in every circumstance And when you tell 'em of Jesus Never give him a chance Met people from Seattle to Mi-am-i LA to New York, we're all people in need I've been to Adelaide, Sydney, and Saskatoon, man Indian summers, winter in June But all over the world, in the strangest of place The heart is the same, it's just a different face The heart is the same, it's just a different face The heart is the same, it's just a different face The heart is the same, it's just a different face, yeah The heart is the same, it's just a different face The heart is the same, it's just a different face |
