Chippin' Away from Shelf Life by Hearts of Darkness

I’m feeling great,
The best I’ve felt my whole life
So whatever lies ahead
I’m ready to fight
They can’t chip my armor
Sunny or rainy days
Turn that volume up louder
And dance the pain away
Make ‘em hear it from Cali out to the greatest lakes
All my folks in NY
Down to the southern states.
But this Missouri made,
Kansas City trained
KCMO!
Hit like a bullet train

Different vibe and flavor
We don’t cater to the outsiders.
Sly trying to persuade us
That’s what makes us
Undeniable spirit
Lying within
Any given arrangement
So the music’s in tune
To get rid of the lunatics
That don’t live by the groove.
Buffoons, your time’s up
So consider this news:
HOD!
Don’t play no games, baby.

Ahh Chippin’ Away

I chips away at your ego
Chips away till ya see-through
Seeking sustenance IZ somewhat illegal
I feed you a five course meal
With the mic I yield
Then keep you
Around for just desserts

IZ justice served?
Man, cops busting first?
Got me worried my whole family gon' touch a hearse.
For better or worse,
I will make my mark on this earth.
HOD!
Don’t play no games, baby.

This that stress relief
Knock that chip off your shoulder
We the recipe
But come a bit closer,
these the better seats.
But get off your ass,
The FUNK will never cease.
We forever bring
The dance music
For advanced users
All we need is a chance.
Clapping ya hands to it,
Get on your bad foot
and break a leg!

KCMO!
Don’t play no games, baby.

Ahh Chippin’ Away

This IZ for your notions preconceived
This IZ for your club and your radio dreams
This IZ for the supporters of what we bring
And this IZ for the bands that say you’re better than we
Or Me, man your style stay stuck in a tree
You’re talking about improvement but that ain’t grooving
Really? What the hell Are y’all doing?

HOD!

Hip Hop on your head
Till the doubt is dead.
It’s the new type of high. Your eyes,
Cloudy red.
Put some soul in your cup and let the vibe spread
Mind fed, now you can’t stop moving your legs
Feet shaking, arms danglin’ around
Like you throwing a fit
When the percussion pounds.
Get down when you come to our town,
Superior sound:

KCMO!

Ahh Chippin’ Away

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