Don't You Wanna Rap

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