Lyrics Face The Music - Clean Album Version - Crazy Town

(Now we push rhymes) crazy rhymes
Words forced fed to your mind trace the source
(Brother, brother) face the music don't confuse it for another
Nothing comes close to this, kiss the sky
These grands change hands as our fans

Multiply (we push rhymes)
People gather round when we kick them
(Go, boy) shifty stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em
Burning bridges, smoking ism
Losing my religion

Shooting the breeze, we got these MC's ass kissing
So if you can't take the heat get your ass out the kitchen
I freak it off the wall
Crammin,' slammin', points of view into your f-king skull bitch
That's why we stick 'em

We stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em
Ha stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em

We stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Stick 'em, stick 'em (stick 'em)

We stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em
Ha stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em
We stick 'em

Well, I tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic
Epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl
It's called survival, when I drop the stylish into friction
Tectonic traits drifting like the plates

It shakes like the quakes in Cali
The mystic maharaji
Mission of the kamikoze come back kid
Producer supper status
I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler
So place your bet middler

The rough is a blaze and yo'
Were smoking out the fiddler
We're sippin' on a hundred proof liquor
Welcome to the dooms day dawning
Hot like the sun
No time to relax we pack the dooms day gun

Stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em
Ha stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em

We stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Stick 'em, stick 'em (stick 'em)

We stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em
Ha stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em
We stick 'em

Call me a drifter, richer when I hit you with the stick 'em
I'm talking shit
The pit starter a wanted man
The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and...

I talk a lot of shit, because I know a lot of shi-
I know, I said I'd quit but I just want another hit
It's madness pimpin' like Gladys
The baddest maintainer status
That is no question
Releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension

This jabber jaw's jaws are slapping
We's what's happening
The bones are breaking
And fingers snapping
The pressure is on with non stop action
Whether banging your head or steady maxing

We stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em
Ha stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em

We stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Stick 'em, stick 'em (stick 'em)

We stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em
Ha stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em
We stick 'em
Ha-ha-ha stick 'em, (stick 'em...)