Drum Roll

Can the drummer have some more?
Can the drummer have some more?
Said the drummer ain't had none in a long time
C'mon!
C'mon!
'C'mon! (yeah, you're gonna do it someday)
Mark my word, god dammit

Bars made of iron, single tear reached out
On the mic, big body, black bum rushed
Singer banging on the pipes, dumb luck, never struck gold
But believe me, buddy boy, I done paid the price
Old beans make names, vanish, cold cream status
All for my sydney like Kanye's track, bitch
Shout out to the soul in the gumbo
Listen to the facts, all ears like dumbo

Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll
Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll

Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll
Hot air make lungs grow, still stay humble
Peace to my people, I love you, I live through the hustle
I'd climb 'til I stumble, I'd run 'til I fumble
I'd push to the end, I live for the music, I'd die for my friends

And the monument will read "He did it for the free
He did it for the peace", and they say the verse was steep
Walking down the street with your back to the night
And your face to the feet, come and push up your light
The idea gets brigther, wheels start turning, days get lighter
Dues' been paid, crew's been slain, sir rap a lot like the houston lay

Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll
Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll

Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll
Hot air make lungs grow, still stay humble
Peace to my people, I love you, I live through the hustle
I'd climb 'til I stumble, I'd run 'til I fumble
I'd push to the end, I live for the music, I'd die for my friends

C'mon brother
C'mon trouble
C'mon brother
C'mon trouble
C'mon brother
C'mon trouble