🎵 Face the Music // by Crazy Town

6 ContributorsFace the Music Lyrics [Verse 1: Shifty Shellshock, Bret "Epic" Mazur & both] Now, we push rhymes! Crazy rhymes, words force-fed to your mind Trace the source (Brother, brother!) Face the music, don't confuse it for another Nothing comes close to this Kiss the sky, these grands change hands as our fans multiply We push rhymes! People gather 'round when we kick 'em Go boy, Shifty! Stick 'em! Ha ha ha, stick 'em! Burnin' bridges, smoking 'ism, losin' my religion Shootin' the breeze, we got these MC's ass kissin' If you can't take the heat, then get your ass out of the kitchen! I freak it off the wall Crammin', slammin' points of views into your fuckin' skull! Bitch, that's why we stick 'em! [Chorus: Shifty Shellshock, Bret "Epic" Mazur & both] Brrr, stick 'em! (Ha ha ha, stick 'em!) Ha, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! Brrr, stick 'em! (Ha ha ha, stick 'em!) Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em! (Stick 'em!) Brrr, stick 'em! (Ha ha ha, stick 'em!) Ha, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! Brrr, stick 'em! [Verse 2: Bret "Epic" Mazur & Shifty Shellshock] Well, if I tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic Epic is the definition, written into grooves of vinyl It's called survival when I drop the stylish into friction Tectonic traits, driftin' like the plates It shakes like the quakes in Cali, the mystic Majaraji Mission of the kamikaze comeback kid Producer super status, I'm here to claim my reign As the baddest beat peddler (So place your bet, middler!) The roof is ablaze and yo, we're smokin' out the fiddler We're sippin' on a hundred-proof liquor Welcome to the doomsday dawning, hot like the sun No time to relax, we pack the doomsday gun! [Chorus: Shifty Shellshock, Bret "Epic" Mazur & both] Stick 'em! (Ha ha ha, stick 'em!) Ha, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! Brrr, stick 'em! (Ha ha ha, stick 'em!) Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em! (Stick 'em!) Brrr, stick 'em! (Ha ha ha, stick 'em!) Ha, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! Brrr, stick 'em! [Verse 3: Shifty Shellshock & Bret "Epic" Mazur] Call me a drifter, Richter When I hit you with the stick, I'm talkin' shit! The pit starter! A wanted man the one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and... I talk a lot of shit because I know a lot of shit! I know, I said I'd quit, but I just want another hit It's madness, pimpin' like Gladys The baddest, maintain our status, that ain't no question Releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension This jabber jaw's jaws are slapping (We's what's happening!) Bones are breakin' and fingers snappin' The pressure's on, with non-stop action Whether bangin' your head or steady maxin'! [Chorus: Shifty Shellshock, Bret "Epic" Mazur & both] Stick 'em! (Ha ha ha, stick 'em!) Ha, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! Brrr, stick 'em! (Ha ha ha, stick 'em!) Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em! (Stick 'em!) Brrr, stick 'em! (Ha ha ha, stick 'em!) Ha, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! Brrr, stick 'em! (Ha ha ha, stick 'em!)