Set the Stage

Lead Vocal and Lyrics: RA Scion
Guest Vocals: Female - Lydia Dallal; Club - RA Scion, Mic Jones and Audio Poet
DR 202 Programming: RA Scion
Guitar: Solar
Produced by: Solar and RA Scion
Run Time: 5:03:04

Kick over the velvet rope – Son that’s just my style
Panama Jack was playin’ in the back – cracked a smile
In fact, some cats do that – show love at the club
Instead of role playin’ lifestyles of thieves and shit
Make my way to the DJ stand to smack hands w/ my man
Lemme know when you drop that propaganda – I see the
Spotlight upon the Mic – like it’s losin’ its religion
Stumble through the crowd keep it locked in my vision
Fishin through the moat around the wet bar
Gators snappin’ – talking’ bout “haters are rappin"
While they lappin’ up a 516 – killin’ the sound
Better slide it to the LEFT when the God sit down
“Oh-what’s up son???" act like I caught you off – guard
stare sharper than glass shards when I’m eyein’ the frauds
yo I just came out to what all the talk was about
and now I wanna turn the place out...

-Chorus-
It –feels-GOOD-tonight
Lets get it on tonight
(Its Dedicated to all you club lovers, for all you club brothas, for all you club suckas)
It – feels-GOOD –tonight
Spotlights on the Mic

“Breathe in…" Poetically smokin’ herb
“Breathe out…" Manifest spoken word
I’m in the front row- shorty got flow w/no beat
Mad intelligent vocab made her breath smell sweet
On and on w/the concept, kept the set noddin’
With their eyes closed – controlling pros w/prose and then froze
Took a step back from the Mic stand
Bowed her head - raised her right hand – and so it began
It’s barely room to stand within the venue
Capacity stretched and I expect it’ll continue
This joint is different from the other clubs I’ve been to
I sense the absence of the Ingenue
Next up is seven kids from outside Chicago
A tough act to lead – artifacts to follow
Sweaty glass drippin’-the water sweet to swallow
Two-way text messg’d wife: “Back Tomorrow".

-Chorus-
It –feels-GOOD-tonight
Lets get it on tonight
(Its Dedicated to you club lovers, for all you club brothas, for all you club suckas) (X3)
It – feels-GOOD –tonight
Spotlights on the Mic
(Here’s one for ya weak-hook crave…
Candy-coated so you lovin’ the flave, right??? I know it like this…)

Yo I wait patiently – still vibin’ off the last emcee
I heard he used to run w/Hi-Tek in Cincy
Let it be known and let it be said:
the scene was getting’ fat – and heads was keeping it well fed
One after the next one – Handlin’ the Mic w/ affection
This kids from my hometown slayed a “cat" from Lex-ton
Section five is on fire – let it burn
I’m bout to get my turn – c’mon…

“Hey – ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for comin’ out this evening, I’d like to bring to the stage – the next emcee – (check…check check…) Mr. RA Scion…ya’ll give it up for RA Scion ya’ll"

Yo who parked the Maybach out back?? I pissed on it
Yo you never head of Hiphop until you clicked on it
I download ya crown of gold thorns – suckas be warned
It’s knowledge born in mathematical form
Ya’ll pretend to mourn the deaths of Biggie and Pac
I’m still shook up about the death of Scot LaRock
A real Martyr – while you study the Life & Times of Shawn Carter
I employ philosophies of Kris Parker –
Damn man… where’d everybody go???

All lyrics and music © RA Scion 2004