Performed at Terminal 5, NYC December 23, 2008
Welcome to the land where true music’s living
Where a business man will rip out his blue tooth to listen
Where all the emo punks stop crying so loud
When I pick up a mic, they put their collars down
And listen to the sound, when I spell trouble making
My style so tight I feel my belt buckle breaking
The lyrics that we’re hearing on our radio stations
Are like Cinnemax late night: no penetration…….
Best believe we’ve got no tricks up our sleeve
We go together like the 20th of April and Weed
I provide the flow and my band blows amps
And we do this on our own like “look maa, no hands!”
You cats are so worthless, you lack a soul purpose!
You’re only hurting yourself like Plaxico Buress
Blowing through your windows like your neighborhood ghosts
It’s the number one contenders with your favorite quotes
We’re funky with the lingo plus the flavor to boast
And we’re breaking out the butter cuz you haters are toast!
Gold rhythm, fuck gold chains
We won’t stop till we own the game
I know you heard a lot of groups and the shows the same
But this is Midfall Drive..get to know the name
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