Ladies & Gentlemen

[Chorus]
Gentlemen get suited up
Pollinate the ear buds
Tie up your winsors
You're going from a boy to misters

Ladies apply your make up
Midnight the hour to wake up
Keep your purse at hand
Twist with us if you understand

[verse 1]
18 karats on your man, in the heart and head
Intelligence prevalence, not to mislead
Bad man with balloon lungs made of steel
I peel the disguise to reveal the Mr. Man of the Town feel
I'm at my wheelhouse even in the barrel house
Stay careful to not to embarrass when you're out
Chill ya nerves, I'm a real cool character
With merits ya get impressed, I might marry ya
Crumb bums try to emulate my entire persona
But just like Mona to Di Vinci I am the owner
Flip your lid as I make my bid with a flick of my wit
And in this instance it is twice the chit
And chat for that matter, tip your hat
Out of this world swagger, serve me on a silver platter
I'm walking on this bass and walking on the rhythm
Walking on the moon's face and lounging through your system

[Chorus]
Gentlemen get suited up
Pollinate the ear buds
Tie up your winsors
You're going from a boy to misters

Ladies apply your make up
Midnight the hour to wake up
Keep your purse at hand
Twist with us if you understand

[verse 2]
Calling my threads bland is an airhead move
I've fallen in my groove, sophisticated like the Lourve
Wax a disc with my prestigious check list
And all the hits will turn smooth without one skip
Except for the skips in the hearts of the ladies
I wink, they swoon, call a doctor, I got em going crazy
Listen to my skins player, the boom with that pap!
Move your feet, shake your hips or keep them fingers on tap
Not like our phones, tonight there's no conspiracy
I'm just exercising my shiny suit theory
My scene got the shamatlz without Mama's waltz
These dolts keep goofin' off so serve em some malts
Kid's stuff while it's Pops with the mean chops
Cool cats like kittens eating up some freezer pops
Keep the disc jockey busy, keep my record spinning
I'm never looking dizzy cause I'm always winning

[Chorus]
Gentlemen get suited up
Pollinate the ear buds
Tie up your winsors
You're going from a boy to misters

Ladies apply your make up
Midnight the hour to wake up
Keep your purse at hand
Twist with us if you understand

[verse 3]
I reside in the land of the jazzy and the fresh
Down by law, my requests have that stamp of accept
My verses are Moltres, blowing hot air in the booth
Without getting gassed like hot air balloons
The audience fractured and in fact enraptured
By my head arrangements so mastered
Booted in the mix, so everything stays on track
Trains of thoughts on schedule without dropping stacks
Remain genuinely sharp, and underneath this tarp
Drum roll presentation, tonight's masterpiece art
Indescribable! The jewel of lust: beyond desirable
Get the tires full and get the choirs hull
This visual will remain fanstically critical
Even as an air-check still deemed individual
This fox's axe is well tuned in this room
Spiffier in my zoot suit, c'mon, let's resume

[Chorus]
Gentlemen get suited up
Pollinate the ear buds
Tie up your winsors
You're going from a boy to misters

Ladies apply your make up
Midnight the hour to wake up
Keep your purse at hand
Twist with us if you understand