Donald-D - On Tour LYRICS

We get top billin (word) we're thrillin

Crowds who are loud, Chilly-D is chillin

(With the scratch..)

I got the mic, stage lights are bright

Donald-Deeee (Deeee) has got you hype

On tour, not war, have it for my son

I'm a loaded shotgun that's second to none

At center stage like a fire I rage

It's time to declear a new age

On tour



On tour



In the limo in the back, champagne is in the glasses

People are askin Dee for stage passes

Autograph seekers steppin on my sneakers

I sign, then I rhyme through the speaker

Comin at you raw to the core (Dee is dope)

When the bass is boomin the systems smoke

You can scope and hope that it's only a joke

Soundbarrier broke when it hit the high note

For the rhyme dictator, no navigator

Perpetrator hater, I rock the spectators

So go with the flow cause you paid that dough

I'm a prime time performer like 'The Cosby Show'

Cause I will never curse you, yes, we're universal

Next time you see me, will be on a commercial

I been many places, seen many faces

That's right, y'all, I performed for many races

On tour



On tour



On tour I'm sore, girls galore

At my hotel door I can't take it no more

Trooper tour dominating, my fans be waiting

While all of the reporters are all out stating

I rock sports arenas, big colloseums

Love the prime time, cause it's in the p.m.

My name ain't Ronald, don't call me Arnold

Got a D with a dash, my given name Donald

I'm the controller, pimp lane stroller

Solar polar bear, dice roller

Scholar with the dollars, I make ya holler

When I sweat you can bet, there's no rings around the collar

Girls be tearin what I am wearin

And the guys on the side don't seem to be carin

I'm a star to the highest degree

Master of ceremony I was born to be

On tour



On tour



Chilly-D is a master, create a beat faster

His scratch can't be matched in the USA

By any rookie or known deejay

Chilly-D, scratch away

[ *scratching* ]



While I crop and bop to the sound of hip-hop

Chilly-D give electrical shock

To the deejays lampin, deejays rockin

Deejays campin, deejays jockin

Oh, excuse, I didn't mean to bruise

Your ego, boy (Yo, bust the news)

He's got a record on the left, record on the right turntable

Chilly-D is ready, willin, stable and able

To cut a beat that makes you move your feet

Deejays, step back while Chilly-D scratch

On tour



On tour



Devastating lyric maker is who I am

Who's illin for a killin like Son of Sam

You ham get bodyslammed, you say, "Damn, he's a ram"

You jellyfish clam can't rock (rock) the king of the jam

I got energy to burn, so learn

Got a right hand stronger than Hitman Hearns

Notorious rhymer with original rhymes

That would even put a smile on Albert Einstein

Operation radication, radication operating

Donald-D is here this year, demonstrating

How to rap, black, yo, back, you can't rap

Put your hands in the air, this is a mic-jack

On the wanna-be MC's and the ones I raided

All perpetrators will be terminated

By the rap outlaw, I'm here for war

The second that I step through the concert door

On tour



On tour



Aaaahhh!



Word up



D is in fuuuuul effect

Wooooooorrrrd



On tour



Rhyme Syndicate

Comin through, boyee

So watch your back, Jack