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