Lyrics
You got to come original
All entertainers, come original
All entertainers, hear why.
To come original, it ain't nothin strange. (You) got to represent, you cot to come full range. And full range of emotion, full range of styles. When you come to town you'll have them comin for miles. And...
Come original, you got to come original
Black Eyed Peas, they comin full range and NOFX, they comin full range and Roni Size, he comin full range. The one Mister Vegas, know it ain't easy. Ha!
(A) warning to the crews out there who think they're hot. (If) you're not original rockers, you will get shot down by the kids neglectin your art, the stuff you did. Eventually it gets so bad it puts you to bed. Cuz when lightnin flashes sweet electricity all the world then stands revealed with the clarity of raw voltage. Briefly we see, and the hope is you'll be able to tell just what dope is.
Funk slap bass mixed with the dance hall and hip-hop beats and punk guitar. And deadly on the mic is the one S.A. The name is Three Eleven, and you know it ain't easy.
This is not a test, there's no time to mope. How you gonna cope with radioactive isotope and boss d.j. illness upon you now quickly infecting you fast upon the air waves? This message brought to you by the so large system. Activate attune yourself with meditation and green plants. they've got made life, they're sentient. They're beautiful as you and they like to dance.
Everything we do, we gotta come original. Put your hand up in the air and prepare for battle. Sit upon the rhythm like a tire upon a rim. We do it non-stop and then we do it again. Some of them whine and some them bitch. They cannot do it, never switch. Comin up from the heart and delivered with a wild pitch. Sit up on top of the rhythm like a wild stallion. this is the ruling system.
