Keep My Composure

Must keep my composure Must keep my composure Spank rock and the killers (Round 1) (Fight!) Moving through the city, fill my body with the poison Head spinning, caught a rhythm like clockwork I ain't trying to do no wrong, but they leave with no choice man There is so much spirit, cut the curse to my verse Peter Piper pick peppers and I snort lines Sorry mom, I'm just a man of my times And even though they hold me hostage Said I ain't worth a dime and time is money, huh, I ain't worth your time And I ain't worth your time But I ain't worth your time But I ain't worth your time Hold it down Must keep my composure Must keep my composure Must keep my composure, through your controller London hold me closer, until this is over Must keep my composure, through your controller London hold me closer, until this is over Spank rock and the killers (Round 2) (Fight!) Everybody's quick to put their arms around me, they got nothing to lose All is gain, shit, I'm empty inside And every time I try to refuel, quickly draining Told me times are hard, thought I would be fine but What? These pricks spit upon the sentiment fiercely Up against it without seeking the intent of it You don't know me and you don't know my style Kid, I'm a marathon, your thoughts a quarter mile Said you don't know my style You ain't half this wild You ain't half this wild Hold it down That's right, let's stay groove Come on and let me see you move That's right, let's stay groove Come on and let me see you, woo! Hands up, hands up Stand up, stand up (woo, uh) Hands up, hands up Stand up, stand up (woo, uh) Hands up, hands up Stand up, stand up (woo, uh) Hands up, hands up Stand up, stand up (woo) Taking it back to the basics, face it We are the kind to pitch this song, we basement And I ain't trying to have no problem in here So put your ego in check and get that ass in gear Ego in check and get that ass in gear Ego in check and get that ass in gear Ego in check and get that ass in gear Ego in check and get that ass in gear