Lyrics
Must keep my composure
Must keep my composure
Spank rock and the killers
(Round 1)
(Fight!)
Moving through the city, fill my body with the poison
Head spinning, caught a rhythm like clockwork
I ain't trying to do no wrong, but they leave with no choice man
There is so much spirit, cut the curse to my verse
Peter Piper pick peppers and I snort lines
Sorry mom, I'm just a man of my times
And even though they hold me hostage
Said I ain't worth a dime and time is money, huh, I ain't worth your time
And I ain't worth your time
But I ain't worth your time
But I ain't worth your time
Hold it down
Must keep my composure
Must keep my composure
Must keep my composure, through your controller
London hold me closer, until this is over
Must keep my composure, through your controller
London hold me closer, until this is over
Spank rock and the killers
(Round 2)
(Fight!)
Everybody's quick to put their arms around me, they got nothing to lose
All is gain, shit, I'm empty inside
And every time I try to refuel, quickly draining
Told me times are hard, thought I would be fine but
What? These pricks spit upon the sentiment fiercely
Up against it without seeking the intent of it
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Kid, I'm a marathon, your thoughts a quarter mile
Said you don't know my style
You ain't half this wild
You ain't half this wild
Hold it down
That's right, let's stay groove
Come on and let me see you move
That's right, let's stay groove
Come on and let me see you, woo!
Hands up, hands up
Stand up, stand up (woo, uh)
Hands up, hands up
Stand up, stand up (woo, uh)
Hands up, hands up
Stand up, stand up (woo, uh)
Hands up, hands up
Stand up, stand up (woo)
Taking it back to the basics, face it
We are the kind to pitch this song, we basement
And I ain't trying to have no problem in here
So put your ego in check and get that ass in gear
Ego in check and get that ass in gear
Ego in check and get that ass in gear
Ego in check and get that ass in gear
Ego in check and get that ass in gear
