CALE SAMPSON - Full Speed Ahead lyrics

rate me

I put a lot of focus on the lyrical side of writing songs

And I think like in a nutshell,

Like anybody who's my friend or who's supported me

And seen me perform, like on multiple occasions throughout the years

I think they know that the time has a come for a Cale Sampson solo album

I rap full speed ahead bro

My brain races faster than a corvette goes

Usually I do impress folks

When I go off like alarms that detect smoke

Listen to Cale he's got one of the best flows

Rhymes with the same thing whatever he says yo

Spittin' lines, you have to respect so

I get love but I still have to expect foes

Listen up this is kind of grotesque yo

Wish we could sentence Bush to death row

Give him the chair, fry him with some electrodes

'Till he looks like he's about to just explode

Can't believe people re-elect those

Presidents who won before with incorrect votes

Now we need new leaders to spread hope

We all knew soon we'd be seeing a dead pope

Seriously, hope you can get jokes

I speak my mind and sometimes it upsets folks

This is something I have to confess though

I used to swear so much as a kid I was fed soap

'Cause I caught one too many direct blows

Looks like the exorcist when my head goes

Around in a circle like some kind of possessed ghost

Soon as their chests grow, girls wear less clothes

So much flesh shows, they're practically exposed

Might have a breast poke, pop out their dress so

Their parents say, "let's hope to god, it gets cold! "

Far as duress goes, my level of stress grows

Wish I was less broke, wasn't in debt so

Soon as my cheques grow, I'm able to spread dough

To all my people waving like they in S.O.S. mode

Never heard me, all these labels just said "No! "

All their A & R's are too busy to catch shows

Doesn't get much better, far as the press goes

I won't disappear like the Montreal Expos

(No) I refuse to shred hope

Already seen a couple thousand albums get sold

And you'll see how much my rep grows

The word is out, watch how far the effect goes

It echoes (echoes) like techno

Love to go to one last A Tribe Called Quest show

Now it's all about who has the best clothes

Why couldn't they of just stuck together like webbed toes

Not done, here comes the next load

You just gotta put a dollar in me and press go

So make noise if your ready to let go

'Cause this is gonna be one of the best shows