Bring it on

Fame, you're claiming is the top of the world
But this stage I'm claiming is the top of the world
And love I'm feeling when you people connect
And if you're out in the crowd you're getting more than respect

And if you're wondering I got plenty of flows
I'm making plenty of friends and many are foes
But as the audience grows security knows
Stopping me now is kinda serious

No use in dreading what they call Armageddon
I think we made it through the slump
But who really cares where we're heading?
'Cause now you mutherfuckers got a reason to jump

So let's make something out of it, this way we can all relate
Worldwide, we collide, this is how we communicate
So let's make something out of it, whoever thought we would see the day?
I can't believe we did it, so let's drift away

Hate, a feeling I don't really get
And hate can get you in some serious shit
Time is something that may change me
But I can't change time so fuck it

I've been stumbling through these thoughts
And about the fact that I could be delirious
But as the audience grows security knows
Stopping me now is kinda serious

No use in dreading what they call Armageddon
I think we made it through the slump
But who really cares where we're heading?
'Cause now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump

So let's make something out of it, this way we can all relate
Worldwide, we collide, this is how we communicate
So let's make something out of it, whoever thought we would see the day?
I can't believe we did it so let's drift away

We see good things change and good things go away
We see good things waste and we taste the pain
What we need is a place to escape from today
Right
What we need is a place to escape from today
Right

Yeah
Bring it on
Bring it on
Bring it on
Bring it on

You wanna be down with the G shock
Fuck the glam rock, assed out like Ken Shamrock
Mc's detest me, wanna chest to chest me
But I ain't all about that

You gotta be down with the G shock
Fuck the glam rock, assed out like Ken Shamrock
Mc's detest me, wanna chest to chest me
But you don't want none of that

Yeah
Where we at?
Where we at?
Where we at?
Where we at?

Where we at?
Where we at?
Where we at?
Where we at?

Don't stop
It's 9 teen 90 nine
Don't stop
It's 9 teen 90 nine, baby

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst