Bring It On - P-Square, Sarkodie, Dave Scott

Boom!

My idea fill the room with light, soon as I write

Tunes are dynamite

Scenery’s out of sight

Show’s tonight, I seal your doom tight

My platoon is right, puttin' bullet wounds in the mic

Once again it’s the paragraph chemist

Inventors are finished, the experimentist

Rakim is the elementor, I invent more courses

The editor with thoughts of a sorcerer (bring it)

Act like you want it —

It isn’t a man that’ll take it from me, I hold the mic prisoner

Rescues that’ll reach next crews, that speech

Unless you know how to teach, retreat to the beat

I swing it better than Tarzan

Once it’s in the R’s hand, all they can say is «aw, man»

A mass of people in hysteria

Yo, any bitin' emcees in the area?

Bring

It…

Bring it on

(On and on and on and on)

Bring it… bring it on

(On and on and on and on)

Come on, bring it…

Bring it

Bring it on

(On and on and on and on)

(On and on and on and on)

Don’t stop rockin' ‘til the break of dawn — one

Poetry is drastic, hazard when it’s put on plastic

Havoc if blasted — if I get sarcastic

Your thoughts is short, mines go far past it

He didn’t wanna pass it

I took it — believe me, it’s devious

If they wanna see me it’s worse than hideous

Look — I drop another rhyme and the place gets shook

If you don’t get back, react to the hook

I hook it — highly explosive, it could blow at any time

With any rhyme, without a nine

Get out of line, too late if you wait ‘til I perform

Mics get blown out of tune, so bring it on

The crowd didn’t hear the original

When the wild first one to ever let a rhyme float down the Nile

Stomp it, comp it, flowin', a similar style

Rhymes attack, now they want rap exile

Never — ‘cause I get militant, that’s why I’m still in it

You give me a mic and I’m killin' it

When it drops, autops and x-rays give them heads displays

I say, ate away the microchips

Instead of yappin' about a gun

Rappin' about things they never done

You’re sterile, you’ll never come

I’m thorough since I came, I’m still comin' with more

In '94 I ain’t go on tour, I went to war

Whatever, I’ll be right here ‘til the next year

At the mic site with a bright idea

Brothers come wrong and better split, get gone

When I rip the song they get torn

Bring it on…

(On and on and on and on)

(On and on and on and on)

Bring it

Bring it on

Bring it on

Bring it on

Don’t stop rockin' ‘til the break of dawn — one

Bring it… bring it on

Bring it on…

Bring it on…

Come on, bring it…

Bring it on…

Bring it on…

Bring it on…

Come on, bring it…

Bring it!