Songtext The rhythm lounge Joey Cool

The rhythm lounge

I'm finna knock him unconscious
I wanna shadow my sponsors
I don't be rushing the process
I gotta battle with conscience
I don't be reading them comments
They only know [?]
He who created the monster
He who created the concepts
Be on the stage at the concerts
Body polluted with toxins
He got the aura that's ominous
I gotta get it and run with it
I'm out of balance, I'm weighing my options
Look in my eyes, see this is the ultra
I'm try'na further the culture
I see way too many vultures
They better make 'em a sculpture
I'm overcame with a sofa
Oozing, everytime I be walking I be breaking pavement
I don't wanna see when it's over
I wanna sit down with Oprah

Alright ladies and gentlemen
It's time to freshen up your Cognacs
Grab those cigarettes and get ready for more
It's the man, Swank Master General, Joey Cool

I don't be cautious
I'm posted up with the bosses
I've taken too many losses
I'm marinating the sauces
Anticipating the offers
Somebody told me I lost it
Somebody told me I found it
More like I'm living in love with the city
I'm higher than you could imagine