Make Music lyrics

I make music to roll to, the kind of music that holds youMusic to set your goals to music that blows you awayMusic to start your day, music to melt all your problems awayI make music to get high to, music that get all up inside youMusic to tell the truth to music to lie toMusic your can't live without music your friends talk aboutMusic like m&m's that probably melt in your mouthI make the kind of music people make love toMusic that people hate to, The kind of music b-boys can break toI make music that skateboarders on the grind can skate toMusic that you could jump in a lake toI make music for the cassette deck and music for the CDMusic for turntables and for the TVMusic with acapellas and music with instrumentalsMusic for brains in the back seat of your rental. I make musicTurn round push up the sound and play thatSong for me mista deejay now stay backWatch me mash up the dancehall the way blaccPeople dem get down you know we a play atEvery pan beat and jump up dem a set upDance ti
ll me sweat up and me whole body wet upAnyone who holding up on de wall dem a betta Feel the mic checka stand up when I say get upEeny meeny miny moeMusic gets up in my soulMake me wanna wiggle my toeMake me wanna bust a flowWhat would you do if there was no musicWould you make it through the day or would you start to lose itI know that I'd probably go crazyMusic makes my mind clear without it I go hazyPlay me a sad song eyes get tearyPlay me a happy song and I'm getting cheeryGive me a guitar and I'll be strumming itSing a Negro spiritual and I'll start humming itWhen I hear a fat beat yo I get to dancingWhen I make a dope beat I buckle up my pants andBuckle up my shoes and, head to the studioBecause I be dropping shit just like a boody holeWhether it's jazz or funk or soul musicFolk songs, rock and roll I'm gone use itBeebop, gospel, sample it loop itBang them drums and make them sound stupidI make music for the rich and for the poor in the streetMusic for heads who buy music ins
tead of something to eatI make music with a pencil or penA crayon or a Krylon I make music no matter whenI make music when I walk on the street and shuffle my feetI make music in my dreams and when I'm falling asleepI make music because I have to The kind of music that grabs youMusic that people cry to music to laugh toMusic for racing crews on the highway to crash toMusic for real niggas in the street to mash toMusic to blast to and music to make peace toMusic to break the peace so you could pull out your heat toMusic for the niggaz who make music too And most of all I make the music for you