Letra de 'B-Side Wins Again (Remake) (feat. Chuck D)' de Dj Spooky vs Dave Lombardo

Here we go y'all
Little by little, you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the 'cause, so
Feel the load on your brain, for the episode
And we just begun, it's number one y'all
Brother black, the B is back

The B-side wins again, again
The B-side wins again, again

And ya don't, I won't, if ya still, I will
Take 3 jams and hold 'em, this what I told 'em
To rock the other side, the sucker lied
Said he would shock 'em but never tried, and so I
Took 'em away, I never stayed y'all

The B-side wins again, again

He made a jam to kick the slam
Back to back in the place where the suckers are born
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

That's what you buy it for, come on
You roll in your ride, the DJ decides
To play it, on the radio
The A side
He gives it a try
But never gives it a try
And the people request the best
On the B side

The B-side wins again, again
The B-side wins again, again
The B-side wins again, again
The B-side wins again, again

Food for the brain, beats for the feet
People on the dance floor
Never claiming a receipt
Had a good time rockin', rollin' on the go rhyme
The rhythm supplied by the superior B side
They had to twist and turn and shout
'Cause, getcha ready now, come on
The situation put you in
To where you're sweatin' in
Hysterical B side, come on inside
Request the best to give a test
And never give a rest
Your guess is good as my guess
And while I'm guessin' your guessin', yo listen this is
A DJ to play to give a lesson
And his name is
DJ Spooky

Wicked

The B-side wins again, again
The B-side wins again, again

And the suckers on the right get, cynical
'Cause the records to the left and, political
And you search the stores
Attack the racks with your claws
For the rebels without a pause

The B-side wins again, again
The B-side wins again, again

'Cause the B side wins again and again, again
Yo black, some of you are all in
To make sure the crowd
Get loud with it on the dance floor

The B-side wins again

You never knew the crowd was this hype
But you thought we was that type
To start a riot, we ain't quiet
Kickin' a thunderstorm with a song
Why would we dare you to come along
Pump up the music, pump the sound
Once again we gonna do it like this

And while I'm throwin, you're goin'
And you know it's time for man on a mission
So listen, 'cause, 'cause