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 spect
Wouldn't It Be Nice To Be Proud lyrics

now I've found a little time
to take a look back
from the caboose
and follow the tracks of my life
they're tangled about lying true
and I know it's just me
and my point of view
but those are the
important two
I don't need to check with the crowd

wouldn't it be nice to be proud

a door was open
and into the night
I jumped through
ators
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 
Glossy Double Prints lyrics

I'm not one for photography
it's only mental images I see.
But you've hot a collage of your life.
No pictures of us
a whole weeks vacation.
While on your walls
are your lifes documentation.
I think I get the picture now.
What's your price?
When giving up is unoriginal
and to continue is a losing fight.
Where do you go?
What gives you the right?
I think I get 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 
The Motivation Proclamation lyrics

Spend your lazy, endless crazy days, inside my head, 
You're so selfish, you're not the only one who thinks he's dead 
I'm paid to smile, now I'm on trial for what you think I said 
But I never said that everything would be ok, 
And I never said that we would live to see another day 

[Chorus]
Motivate me, I wanna get myself out of this bed, 
Captivate me
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