Put It On Songtext / Lyric

*shit man. I don't know what the fuck we just listen to,

but that was some bullshit. Luckely I got the new Paperboys tape.

You know what this is?

I don't even know what it's called, but man, it's funky fresh in the flesh.

Live and effect on your radio, this is Jimmy Jupiter, check out Paperboys!*






[Vinni]

I hit the docks and I'm sure

Senses locked with all ma stocks on the floor

I'm on the benches

What I'm watching is pure

"Still the tension"

I've got lots in me to cure

Though these toxins got me boxing with doors

On top of chords I drop it for you and yours

"And tell'em"

I cant stop

I'm too bored

I wanna swap the shoe-store for something better

Stressing to get ma act together

But I know that ma cap fits

Ain't changing ma tactics

I'm gaining so that's it

Blessing rapshit

With masterminded I adapt quick

Immaculate theories

Another track to put me back in the series

Keep it cracking bout to happen

Ya hear me?

Fuckers acting like I'm barely rapping

Knowing it's so fat that it's scary

You see it clearly?

It's sincerely yours Vincent Vagabond

Feel the calm before the storm

Mr. Prince of Babylon

Batter stepping on

Addict

Magistrate is getting warm

I let'em have a savage with his weapon drawn



Refreng:

So come on we put it on y'all

Were gon ball so holla when vagabond calls

Ya know

We get involved

Were grabbing it all

We got it on

Put it on y'all

Eh yo

When vagabond calls holla back

Follow the bottles and solid tracks

Like that



Is just so happens were suckers for lust

Rapping like it's nothing to us

And Steady puffing ain't gon fucking adjust

We've had enough of trust

Building muscle like some hustlers

Enterprise

Energize

Want ma sentiments?

Just let antennas rise

Send'em high

Look up in the sky

I know the world is crooked

Full of documented lies but I've been advised

And then besides

We ain't old yet

I want a Rolex

I wanna roll for the gold we gotta go get

And though it's slow

Yo that's so sweat coz I can grow checks

I've got effects fully digital but low tech

See we're originals, yet hoes slept

But now they're on a campaign

And I don't wanna listen

That's a damn shame

Coz we're advanced in this mans game

It's good to be free

Ain't that something

Shit it's good to be me

I hit the trees thinking could it be

Tryin to move some footage for fees

And steady scheming till were put at ease



Ref:



I like a ceiling with fans

It's evident I'm not a militant man

Benevolence inside a diligent plan

Gaining kilograms

And though I'm spilling

I feel the will at hand

Hey man I'm chilling

I build a tan on beaches that are filled with fam

And ma grill in tha sand

A Miller-can

Still i think for minute

Still with the symptoms of a infinite cynic

Another drink and I'm finished I let it all go

I'm thinkin that the problems can't be solved

So I hustle for a Volvo

But is only me? or are we all slow

You don't need your morse-code

To see the flaws in their courseload

Supports law

Kids grow with a brain

But they never use'em

Guess we gotta train'em for revolution

Imposing change like it's heavens blueprint

Another rebel movement

Proving none of ma fellas is stupid

Coz all it is is fucking music

So get it right

I like the credit but were headed for a better life