Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sevendust
Sevendust
Performer
Xzibit
Xzibit
Rap
Lajon Witherspoon
Lajon Witherspoon
Vocals
Clint Lowery
Clint Lowery
Guitar
John Connolly
John Connolly
Guitar
Morgan Rose
Morgan Rose
Drums
Hurricane
Hurricane
Scratches
Vince Hornsby
Vince Hornsby
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Joiner
Alvin Joiner
Composer
Jesse West
Jesse West
Composer
George Clinton
George Clinton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sevendust
Sevendust
Producer
Sean "Big Red" Johnson
Sean "Big Red" Johnson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

And so it was written, and after all these things
I saw another angel come down from heaven
Having great power, and the earth was lightened with his glory
And he cried mightily with a strong voice saying
"Babylon the great has fallen
Has fallen and has become the habitation of devils
And the home to every foul spirit
And a cage of very unclean, and hateful men"
Yeah
What You See Is What You Get now (Now)
Xzibit never wait around for no kickdown, got my own shit loud (Hey)
Shot heard around the world
Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple
To make things simple, my existence is a ripple through time
Only concerned (Yeah) with what is mine, divine
Never monkeyshine, walkin down a very thin line
Holdin heat, runnin crazy in the streets, yeah (What's up?)
Plus the company I keep put in overtime while you oversleep (Uh)
Don't wanna see none of this evil I speak
Around the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress (Yeah)
You all get clotheslined and pinned to the mattress
All day, every day, every which way
Who said you can't have your cake and eat it too (Fuck you!)
This is hard time on Planet Earth, for what it's worth (Yeah, yeah)
Xzibit stay in rotation without rehabilitation like this
Players, pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day
Shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving
What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
Yeah
You got more than you bargained for; hit the floor
I pull a fast one to let you know today could be your last one black
Take your breath like an asthma attack
Just a slave like Flavor Flav, "You're blind to the facts"
Mr. X to the Z, tha Liks and King Tee
Guaranteed to bring the house down naturally
**** knowin No Limits like Master P
Makin you motherfuckin bastards see (What?)
A whole different breed of MC; (Yeah) realize it's you against me
Catch a three-hundred and sixty degree
Roundhouse to the mouth right
And like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright
I feelin like my whole life is a green light, never turn red
Cause I strike like a rattlesnake, lock like a dread (Yeah, yeah)
**** wanna bump heads, (What) but they better off dead
Came crashin through the door like the Feds, bring it
What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
The year everybody start to rush
Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush
I crack your bottle then watch how Xzibit bust
I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate, I set it straight
Start to shakin you down, breakin new ground, construction work
Heavy artillery, put your dick in the dirt
Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt
Slug burnt through your jacket through your sweater, through your shirt
Get cut from the belly up (What?)
I break the chain, fast lane, suck my sugar cane (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryin to spark a **** brain while you entertain trivial things
Material things, protected by the underground kings
Who rule the land with an iron fist
The Men in Black, (Yeah) if we flash can't remember shit (Sorry)
You cross me, I'll make you pay like the government, I wanna kill Sam
Because my package came short twelve grams, get the picture?
Players, pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day
Shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving
What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
What You See Is What You Get now
The kinda style that makes you go wild
Bless the child, bless the child
And no matter where I roam, I feel right at home
What You See Is What You Get now
What You See Is What You Get now
What You See Is What You Get now
What You See Is What You Get now
...now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Written by: Alvin Joiner, George Clinton, Jesse West
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