CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : In The VIP

There's a war going on outside no-one is safe from
Didn’t notice 'til they took it out my paystub
Proletariat until you find me face up
Five fingers make a fist; better raise one
Now you're holding up a deadly combination
Raise the other for the brother tryin’ to change some
'Til you got a set to even the equation
Stick and move until the opportune occasion
Innovation will set me free eventually
Microchips, gigabytes, technology
I see it comin' quicker, they think it's just speculatin'
Something's in the air; something's in this newfound data
Buried inside the crossfader: Alpha, Omega
Analog hop; digital operator
See, they're running out of bait to lower the fuel base
Because their oil and gold don’t hold the same weight
My clique’s awake from 1-8-48
For better raise hell when the time coordinates
It ain't a question of if, but of when
I’m preparing my mind and my body until then

(What kind of life am I standing for?)

Yo, a party ain't a party if you can't get in
You best to open up the floor or we gon' bust right in
The velvet ropes will choke your flashin’
When the crowd get hype and the beats get violent