Don't Ya Wanna Rap Lyrics
By Bryan Duncan, Chuck Barth, Brad Duncan & Kirk Capello
Whoa!
It's 8:15 and 81's the gate
To catch United to Chicago for a concert date
Got my ticket, the baggage for an excess fee
I'm in a five mile line to face security
They grab my shoulder bag; I'm running short on time
And then they single me out to run a check for a crime
Then on the intercom, I hear this voice, too sweet
"We've been delayed, we're in a fog, why don't you take a seat?"
So I sit around, and wastin' time is a sin
Here comes a beat box; got the volume at ten
And now he's thankin' me for savin' him a place
Look around the whole room, there ain't a single space
I said, "I don't mind a shuffle to a different beat
As long as I can hear it from across the street! Ok?"
Uh oh, now he's foldin' his arms
He's got this big ol' frown on his face, he says
"Baby, don't ya wanna rap with me?
Maybe, huh! Out of curiosity
Baby, ah hah, yeah, don't ya wanna rap with me?
Smilin', that's me, smilin' like I'm on TV"
I guess he's prob'ly callin' me baby, man, 'cause I'm a lot smaller than he is
Alright, I'll give it a shot!
My name is Bryan D and I'm a screamin' machine
I sing by tearin' it up; I like it loud if it's clean
A full-tilt rhythm you can understand
And I can tour the world with the econo band
On a mission from God; I like to call Him a Friend
I think that people are sick, and He's the med-o-cine
I'm sayin' love is the key, yea, not animosity
And I'm snatchin' all the children from the enemy
And if you get...
[Jazz interlude]
No, no wait guys! No. Ah man! This ain't it it! Ah, it's supposed to be a rap tune! Ah, man! Thanks a lot guys, that was perfect!
Baby, huh! Don't ya wanna rap with me?
Maybe, ah hah! Out of curiosity
Baby, ah hah, yeah! Don't ya wanna rap with me?
Smilin', yeah, I'm smilin' like I'm on TV
I know you might be thinking I don't know a lot
About what it is, about what it's not
Think I'm just a white man with a sheltered life
Nice home, two cars, two kids and a wife
Just look a little closer while you're starin' at me
'Cause sometimes what you get is more than what you see
Been across the land both far and wide
I seen all the big cities and the countryside
I seen the rich man livin' off the fat of the land
The begger in the street holdin' out his hand
I know the guilty of murder in the first degree
The preacher, the teacher, the pharisee
I meet a victim a day in every circumstance
And when you tell 'em of Jesus
Never give him a chance
Met people from Seattle to Mi-am-i
LA to New York, we're all people in need
I've been to Adelaide, Sydney, and Saskatoon, man
Indian summers, winter in June
But all over the world, in the strangest of place
The heart is the same, it's just a different face
The heart is the same, it's just a different face
The heart is the same, it's just a different face
The heart is the same, it's just a different face, yeah
The heart is the same, it's just a different face
The heart is the same, it's just a different face
©1989 Fanatic Music
Panda Pals Music (ASCAP)
Chuck Barth Music
Mind of the Cell Music (BMI)
Write Hook Music (ASCAP)
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