Lyrics [...] French rap / boom bap. Urban, determined & catchy. Rapper with sampler & rhythm.
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
J'ai vu des phrasés qui s'décalent, des rires, des rides, des vies qui partentPuis des jeunes gazés qui s'débattent, qu'esquivent devant des flics qui parlentLa weed c'est médical, ici l'chagrin est délicatJ'ai la rage contre personne, puisque chacun est critiquableY'a des clochards qui te pé-pom, qui s'font démonter pour 10 ballesDes cons, des bons, des condés sombres et j'ai pas les fonds pour ti-parEsquinté des wagons, des gares, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsChez nous les braves gens s'tapent, mettent les bails dans l'sacAucun marchand d'sable, ouai les vaillants l'saventFaut pas s'en vanter, les enfants baventLe rap tue la jeunesse car les temps sont gravesCombien en font un fond d'commerce en s'pensant bravesA cause de toi saches que des gosses meurent en s'tranchant l'brasLes tours s'encrassent et les gens s'en tapentLes passant passent ça n'les enchante pasMoi j'ai la gueule pour leur emploi, mais pas le cœur qui va avecIci on fume, on tise, on bois, les jeunes s'consument pour faire la fêteLes journalistes j'leur mets des doigts et j'leur souhaite qu'une perquis' les pèteLa politique, la coke, des boites, pendant qu'ils interdisent les pét'Ça fait longtemps qu'ils nous la mettent, ces cons dépensé par les GrecsLes médias flambent ouais quand c'est dead, l'argent dépensé par les dettesIls bougent les vents, marées et mers, ils ont menti, ok c'est netCar on est gouverné en clair, pour du factice par des fennecs
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
Dis leur qu'on patine dans la semoule, qu'on s'en bas les couilles des urnesQu'on galère à faire des sous, mais frère, les trois quart sont déçusLes gens marchent et baissent la tête, mais tu sais la vie m'enseigneCe mode de vie nous reflète qu'ici on oublie l'essentielL'état n'est pas facile, c'est pas l'asile c'est l'carnageEn cas j'insiste, c'est pas d'la zik' c'est du partageJ'rap pour les gens qu'ont pas d'cash, la veine est palpableMoi j'suis pas l'pape, c'est pour les coeurs sans pare-balleMalaise palpable et climat d'peur, c'est pour voir les barbares, les tar-baNous des revendicateursIl faudrait qu'on s'rassemble, qu'on s'prête et qu'on s'batteL'état rouspète, faut que tout pète et qu'on s'barre
Ouais le passant passeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsMelan Omerta, ouais j'chante et j't'emmerdeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes gars
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
Lyrics [...] Swagger, contemporary, determined. Suspenseful synth introduction is joined by cool [...]Swagger, contemporary, determined. Suspenseful synth introduction is joined by cool electronic hip hop beats and brooding, confident male vocals, dreamy, hypnotic synths and dramatic vocal shout outs. Commercial and atmospheric style pop with attitude.
Look alive, Living in the moment til I die. I’ve been feeling like I’m in the sky, Is it a bird or a plane I can fly (yeah) Lately I’ve been feeling so alive.
I feel alive, I feel alive, (yeah) Living up the moment girl ___, I got with me I don’t even lie, She gon' hit me up just for the night.
For the night, I feel alive, I been swerving lanes like I was going crazy, She asked me if I love her girl I told her maybe.
[Repeat Chorus]
Lately I’ve been feeling so alive.
[Repeat Verse]
All my dogs we pull up like the navy.
Living in the moment til I die. I’ve been feeling like I’m in the sky, Is it a bird or a plane I can fly (yeah) Lately I’ve been feeling so alive.
Living in the moment til I die. I’ve been feeling like I’m in the sky, Is it a bird or a plane girl it’s I (yeah) Lately I’ve been feeling so alive.
Swagger, contemporary, determined. Suspenseful synth introduction is joined by cool [...]Swagger, contemporary, determined. Suspenseful synth introduction is joined by cool electronic hip hop beats and dreamy, hypnotic synths. Commercial and atmospheric style pop with attitude.
Swagger, contemporary, determined. Suspenseful synth introduction is joined by cool [...]Swagger, contemporary, determined. Suspenseful synth introduction is joined by cool electronic hip hop beats and brooding, confident male vocals, dreamy, hypnotic synths and dramatic vocal shout outs. Commercial and atmospheric style pop with attitude.
Swagger, contemporary, determined. Suspenseful synth introduction is joined by cool [...]Swagger, contemporary, determined. Suspenseful synth introduction is joined by cool electronic hip hop beats and dreamy, hypnotic synths. Commercial and atmospheric style pop with attitude. Stripped back underscore version.
Lyrics [...] Cool, contemporary, uplifting. Bright synths with playful vocal cuts are joined by [...]Cool, contemporary, uplifting. Bright synths with playful vocal cuts are joined by confident male MC vocals, building to catchy, positive, determined and motivating choruses. Commercial percussive pop with swagger, hip hop vibes and a warm, summery, carefree feel.
Chorus Let’s get it let’s go, I was just sleeping on floors, Now I’m on top of the globe. I can’t see no more, I can’t see no more,
Say they don’t know where to go, This the infinity flow, Baby you know I’m the GOAT, You know I can’t see the floor, You know I’m livin’ up higher the ceiling was open
Post Chorus Let’s get it let’s go, I was outside you ain’t even know, I was on the rise you ain’t even low, Walkin’ on the moon you ain’t even show up (let’s go)
Verse And now, I raise the bar you know the kid gon’ blow up, (hey hey) I’m dancin’ with the stars you know the high is over, (let’s go) Can’t be on the ground you know I’m going global, They try to weigh you down but now you on your way up, (let’s go) They try to hold you back and tell you that you ain’t up, (hey hey) They tried to tell you that you wasn’t goin’ major.
[Repeat Chorus] Post Chorus Goin’ major baby, I’m up late little lady, I’m up high, upgraded, I can’t see y’all faces.
Cool, contemporary, uplifting. Bright synths with playful vocal cuts build to catchy, [...]Cool, contemporary, uplifting. Bright synths with playful vocal cuts build to catchy, positive, determined and motivating choruses. Commercial percussive pop with swagger, hip hop vibes and a warm, summery, carefree feel.
Cool, contemporary, uplifting. Bright synths with playful vocal cuts are joined by [...]Cool, contemporary, uplifting. Bright synths with playful vocal cuts are joined by confident male MC vocals, building to catchy, positive, determined and motivating choruses. Commercial percussive pop with swagger, hip hop vibes and a warm, summery, carefree feel.
Cool, contemporary, uplifting. Bright synths build to catchy, positive, determined and [...]Cool, contemporary, uplifting. Bright synths build to catchy, positive, determined and motivating choruses. Commercial percussive pop with swagger, hip hop vibes and a warm, summery, carefree feel. Stripped back underscore version.
Lyrics [...] Dramatic, energetic, confident. Hypnotic and tense synth melodies with suspenseful [...]Dramatic, energetic, confident. Hypnotic and tense synth melodies with suspenseful strings, determined, driving male MC vocals and cool electronic hip hop beats. Catchy and motivating chorus sections with vocal FX and eerie synth sustains. Swaggering UK urban grime cue with loads of attitude. EXPLICIT.
L-E-V-E-L-Stoo many chat about levs stop that I heard man wanna chat and chiti come through like what’s good these wigs getting splitman better breeze and sprintits long if i choose to bite down on these pricksx is a lyrical four four and with this i make sure that its x that you wanna rally withi’ll make a big man turn to a kidshout house go when i salt out wigswhen you seen x’s with your eyes closeddon’t me pass girls behind your eye lidsbars and flows check out the mixturetell them man can’t handle the fixtureits all fun and games until the person saying its all fun and games gets beat up and took out the picturemust be yacked if you think you can wig mei’ll tell my man put down the liquor L-E-V-E-L-Stoo many chat about levs stop that its who its x from we’re from e double s-e-xdon’t get lemon i’ll turn man liquid for acting freshget me know your place step steadylyrics for lyrics i’m ready just test meone in your melon hold that i’m colddon’t act like say that you didn’t know women are link upclassic throw backtalk about my bro better watch that tonguethis my bro are you mad are you dumb?rib shot rip snap hole in the lungone shot what’s that hole in one?clenched fist no i didn’t aint no gunuse my extent shots life on setlife on site lyrical four four on the mic
Dramatic, energetic, confident. Instrumental underscore version. Hypnotic and tense synth [...]Dramatic, energetic, confident. Instrumental underscore version. Hypnotic and tense synth melodies with suspenseful strings, cool electronic hip hop beats and eerie synth sustains. Swaggering and mysterious UK urban grime cue with loads of attitude.
Dramatic, energetic, confident. Hypnotic and tense synth melodies with suspenseful strings, [...]Dramatic, energetic, confident. Hypnotic and tense synth melodies with suspenseful strings, determined, driving male MC vocals and cool electronic hip hop beats. Catchy and motivating with vocal FX and eerie synth sustains. Swaggering UK urban grime cue with loads of attitude.
Am in too far or in too deep Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleepNo doubt we cuttin close its the life I choseAll this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachinEverybody got a plan- few can put it all in motion ain't no magic potion - for us to get the paper Didnt listen back in school now I'm sittin on a caper 8Gotta be a money maker- American societyPreaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryinWhen the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12In a panic people scatter- I'm focused the goal-If somebody use a weapon then we'll never see parole Shit is Hotter than a stove - ya mama set to broil Son We do it all together to my team Im stayin loyal
Igot my the wheel in my left hand what?I got the steel in. My right hand what?I got my eyes on the door time to settle the scorewhen dey make out the building put my foot to the floor I'm ready I'm readyAnd I gotta keep this thing on steady Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweatyAin't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first moveV8 hummin I'm in first u should know dudeChecking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long timePromised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8Calm down- lemme take a deep breath Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most defGoing to pen - so I gotta win Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12Listen in -to the cops on the cbHat low black tint can't see meWaitin on a move now its time to step Yo I think I see the blues now its time to dip 16 Igot my the wheel in my left hand what?I got the steel in. My right hand what?I got my eyes on the door time to settle the scorewhen dey make out the building put my foot to the floor I'm ready I'm readyAnd I gotta keep this thing on steady Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweatyAin't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady
Lyrics [...] Hip hop. Epic & urban. Synth & rhythm. Fx car.
Am in too far or in too deep Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleepNo doubt we cuttin close its the life I choseAll this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachinEverybody got a plan- few can put it all in motion ain't no magic potion - for us to get the paper Didnt listen back in school now I'm sittin on a caper 8Gotta be a money maker- American societyPreaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryinWhen the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12In a panic people scatter- I'm focused the goal-If somebody use a weapon then we'll never see parole Shit is Hotter than a stove - ya mama set to broil Son We do it all together to my team Im stayin loyal
Igot my the wheel in my left hand what?I got the steel in. My right hand what?I got my eyes on the door time to settle the scorewhen dey make out the building put my foot to the floor I'm ready I'm readyAnd I gotta keep this thing on steady Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweatyAin't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first moveV8 hummin I'm in first u should know dudeChecking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long timePromised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8Calm down- lemme take a deep breath Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most defGoing to pen - so I gotta win Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12Listen in -to the cops on the cbHat low black tint can't see meWaitin on a move now its time to step Yo I think I see the blues now its time to dip 16 Igot my the wheel in my left hand what?I got the steel in. My right hand what?I got my eyes on the door time to settle the scorewhen dey make out the building put my foot to the floor I'm ready I'm readyAnd I gotta keep this thing on steady Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweatyAin't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady
Lyrics [...] Ponderous, staccato beats, plucked synth strings with a effected vocal chorus about [...]Ponderous, staccato beats, plucked synth strings with a effected vocal chorus about the pursuit of money.
Money, money Go, go Got me going loco
This for all the days They didn’t pay me For the bad chick that drove home safely For the right guy She go crazy For the other guy She an old lady We young baby This son baby You ain’t in Kansas What you sky for You ain’t on camera Take a sip and she lose her manners We go bananas Then we go ape sh*t I feel just like I’m in the matrix Make work feel like a vacation Take a walk through this real imagination Lace up yo sneakers We out Commas are what we about Money that’s to long to count Money that’s to high to climb I think I’m losing my mind
Money, money Go, go Got me going loco
I just hopped up off the plane Straight into the flame I forgot my name But I know that shit is worth some change They done sold it all Had to get it back just to rock it And wear it on my sleeve Worth more than your watch is Give it up Give it up They all know you got it I’m shaking my head because I told him to hide it He showed her, she showed him And they went to the closet And couldn’t nobody stop it
BACK IN THE DAY Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Oogo
(Chorus) Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days (repeat) Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a rubix cube
Small minded nigga's always be talking. He had to go overseas to do his walking. Fuck y'all I hope you live to do his walking. for hating on success your bullshit is often.
You think you know me from a style that change Like climax's that we living this life time is strange. Edit profile, safe mode will rearrange like the groups that I done been in Where do I begin?
Katskillz was III Natural soul build with my brother, then we add Madwreck to form the Others. Started great, but late we got off of the page, so i Took the stage instead of turning to rage. Almost quit this shit, the diabolic flip, heading to the palace of Prime in Southtropolis. Popodapolis, the father of Asha's gift was the best thing I done in my life so bust this.
Ever been to the store and brought a rubix cube? I compare myself to that shit dude. When you try to figure me out, the color's which squares level's raise like metal gear, open and beware.
It's like you straining your vein Attaching to brains To put it down man you can't play these games. What up cuz-o I manifesto Turn in to slick-co Asshole, rude, crude, figure the rubix cube.
(Chorus) Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore… Back in the days
(Chorus) 6 seconds 5 seconds 4 seconds Mr. Mat your on 3 seconds 2 seconds 1 second Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight, I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to So What it do ? Relay the verses right back to you so you act a fool The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters some rock timberland, some rock with gators Some all natural, but still get their power pulled Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule. Duel with this expertise mic handle, out of order generating dudes be lighting candles. Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark, I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it They after you Only seconds Mattic's after you Only seconds Mattic's after you It takes seconds Mattic's after you To make a track Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more This is classic encounters Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes. And out of shape fat people other words obesity. To get along with everyone, no you history. You shitting me or can you just not see ? In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate The expediter Restored to mentor When I the television on I witness all the gluttony. But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the, focus of my sanity, body and soul love and weather, fall apart and build back together. My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words, I love you At all cost My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ? Yo check it out now, witness the floss because, I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus) 10 seconds 9 seconds 8 seconds Mr. Mat your on 7 seconds 6 seconds 5 seconds Mr. Mat your on 4 seconds 3 seconds 2 seconds Mr. Mat your on 1 second 1 second No seconds Mr. Mat your on
Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Inevitable, dark & obstinate. Sample, male rapper & [...]Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Inevitable, dark & obstinate. Sample, male rapper & rhythm.
Lyrics [...] Rousing, stirring vocal hip hop with strings. Lyrical are about overcoming adversity [...]Rousing, stirring vocal hip hop with strings. Lyrical are about overcoming adversity with a sports theme
1st inning, 1st round 1st quarter, 1stt down The game oflife, who on the mound You running fast but you out of bounds Most of ya’ll go hard but you do not go hard as me I don’t have to say much because my statics speak Suicides and gashes and line drills til I pass out Call a pick-and-roll and then I ran another route I’m in a whole other place in life I’m in the league, Hall of faming right I put in work, train hard on my own A real king, I’m coming for the throne Every second, every hour, every minute Every inch, every yard, every repetition Practice makes perfect I’m putting inrepetitions Work hard then my opposition Listen
Hook I go hard I go hard All the blood, sweat and tears Every scar
I go hard Every shoot, every yard Every flag, every foul Even if it ain’t called Don’t choke Yo backs against the ropes Stand your ground, You can make it out Put on a show
4th quarter, 4th down 9th inning, 12th round Match point, overtime I work hard Over grind All I’m saying I’m a beast and I got out the cage Triple double, I go deep and then I do the wave I give a hundred and twenty percent when I play I don’t need no substitution I drink Gatorade I’m in a whole other place in life I’m in the league, Hall of faming right I put in work, train hard on my own A real king, I’m coming for the throne Every workout Every sprint Every practice Professional in this league, I’m not acting For this sport I will bleed I am the captain If he not going hard, Imma lap him
Hook I go hard I go hard All the blood, sweat and tears Every scar
I go hard Every shoot, every yard Every flag, every foul Even if it ain’t called Don’t choke Yo backs against the ropes Stand your ground, You can make it out Put on a show
Lyrics [...] Cool, attitude, swagger. Suspenseful synth melodies are joined by relaxed hip hop [...]Cool, attitude, swagger. Suspenseful synth melodies are joined by relaxed hip hop beats and confident male vocals. Percussive cue with haunting, brooding melodies and a determined feel. Motivating and rousing contemporary pop.
We rollin’, Huh? Watch me, watch me, woo Rollin' ‘round the block, Feelin’ hot, Fresh white tee, Matching socks Now watch me (watch me watch me) Watch me (watch me) Now watch me (watch me watch me) Watch me (watch me) Rollin' ‘round the block, Feelin’ hot, VIP, My money talk Now watch me (watch me watch me) Watch me (watch me) Now watch me (watch me watch me) Watch me (watch me) [Repeat Chorus] (We rollin) (So hot so hot) (Fresh white) (Matching) (Rollin) (So hot) (VI) (ka-ching)
Cool, attitude, swagger. Suspenseful synth melodies are joined by relaxed hip hop beats. [...]Cool, attitude, swagger. Suspenseful synth melodies are joined by relaxed hip hop beats. Percussive cue with haunting, brooding melodies and a determined feel. Motivating and rousing contemporary pop.
Cool, attitude, swagger. Suspenseful synth melodies are joined by relaxed hip hop beats and [...]Cool, attitude, swagger. Suspenseful synth melodies are joined by relaxed hip hop beats and confident male vocal ad libs. Percussive cue with haunting, brooding melodies and a determined feel. Motivating and rousing contemporary pop.
Cool, attitude, swagger. Suspenseful synth melodies are joined by relaxed hip hop beats. [...]Cool, attitude, swagger. Suspenseful synth melodies are joined by relaxed hip hop beats. Percussive cue with haunting, brooding melodies and a determined feel. Motivating and rousing contemporary pop. Stripped back underscore.
Lyrics [...] Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic synths with tough, driving drums and bass are joined [...]Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic synths with tough, driving drums and bass are joined by piano and confident male MC vocals with swagger. Suspenseful, catchy verses move into strong, determined choruses with vocal FX and shout outs. Motivating, brooding and gritty 90s hip hop. EXPLICIT.
Rap dude smack you i don’t got an attitude Grab you slash you this is how i battle cruise
Straight to the centre caution do not enter
I be eating rappers i ain’t even meant to
I’m a little mental stab you with a pencil
I can see through you kind of like a stencil
I’m built tough no ford here rap top speed No fourth gear
dark side beats no force here
Crew on top no falls dear
Eh yo i hate this beat I hate these rhymes
The life i live is a life of crime
Here i be there it is Hide your wife hide your kids Did a stretch did a bitch like a jungle where i live
The bell tolls with the reapers glory
What you seen in life you couldn’t read in story
You people bore me you see me snoring
I be up all night don’t see the morning
Leave you john doe till you peoples mourning
Now i hit the sky so you can see me soaring
You ain’t so tough with that bad boy tuck
Ima get it how i’m living ima walk the walk outline my lines I rap through thought
body bag the verse outlined in chalk
Eh yo i hate this beat I hate these rhymes
The life i live is a life of crime
Here i be there it is Hide your wife hide your kids
Did a stretch did a bitch like a jungle where i live
Lyrics [...] Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic synths with tough, driving drums and bass are joined [...]Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic synths with tough, driving drums and bass are joined by piano and confident male MC vocals with swagger. Suspenseful, catchy verses move into strong, determined choruses with vocal FX and shout outs. Motivating, brooding and gritty 90s hip hop. CLEAN EDIT.
Rap dude smack you i don’t got an attitude Grab you slash you this is how i battle cruise
Straight to the centre caution do not enter
I be eating rappers i ain’t even meant to
I’m a little mental stab you with a pencil
I can see through you kind of like a stencil
I’m built tough no ford here
rap top speed no fourth gear
Dark side beats no force here
crew on top no falls dear
Eh yo i hate this beat i hate these rhymes
the life i live is a life of crime
Here i be there it is hide your wife hide your kids
did a stretch did a like a jungle where i live
The bell tolls with the reapers glory
what you seen in life you couldn’t read in story
You people bore me you see me snoring
i be up all night don’t see the morning
Leave you john doe till you peoples mourning
now i hit the sky so you can see me soaring
You ain’t so tough with that bad boy tuck
ima get it how i’m living ima walk the walk
Outline my lines i rap through thought
body bag the verse outlined in chalk
Eh yo i hate this beat i hate these rhymes
the life i live is a life of crime
Here i be there it is hide your wife hide your kids did a stretch did a like a jungle where i live
Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic hip hop underscore with swagger, featuring synths, driving [...]Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic hip hop underscore with swagger, featuring synths, driving drums and bass and piano. Suspenseful, catchy verse sections move into strong, determined chorus sections with vocal FX and shout outs. Motivating, brooding and gritty 90s hip hop.
Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic synths with tough, driving drums and bass are joined by [...]Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic synths with tough, driving drums and bass are joined by piano and confident male MC vocals with swagger. Suspenseful, catchy verse moves into strong, determined chorus section with vocal FX and shout outs. Motivating, brooding and gritty 90s hip hop. EXPLICIT.
Lyrics [...] Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop with confident male MC vocals, chilled [...]Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop with confident male MC vocals, chilled beats, bass and atmospheric synths. Featuring funky brass, laid back keyboard tones and mischievous, sexual lyrics. EXPLICIT.
Shorty wanna fart shorty wanna bang I just wanna break that chicken wing
I’m doing my thing i’m making it rain
I don’t care if she got brains
she got a fat ass
I wanna tap that
its looking at me i’m looking right back
baby you could keep on moving
ima keep smoking this cuban
You ain’t even gotta talk cuz your english ain’t that fluent
We going big we going in
acting retarded and drinking gin
Lets ball lets stunt lets make this shit jump
Toss some midgets in the air and bring those bitches to the front
Go stupid go dumb do drugs have fun
Lets keep this party popping everybody get crunk
Yeah we got swag
turn it up you know it ain’t no thang
I like them rock and roll
bitches with the ripped up jeans
Get that paper do your thing
lets just make these bitches scream
Shorty wanna fart shorty wanna bang
I just wanna break that chicken wing
I’m doing my thing i’m making it rain
I don’t care if she got brains
she got a fat ass
I wanna tap that
its looking at me i’m looking right back
Lets ball lets stunt lets make this shit jump
Toss some midgets in the air and bring those bitches to the front
Go stupid go dumb do drugs have fun
Lets keep this party popping everybody get crunk
Yeah we got swag
turn it up you know it aint no thang
I like them rock and roll bitches with the ripped up jeans
Lyrics [...] Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop with confident male MC vocals, chilled [...]Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop with confident male MC vocals, chilled beats, bass and atmospheric synths. Featuring funky brass, laid back keyboard tones and mischievous, sexual lyrics. CLEAN EDIT.
Shorty wanna shorty wanna I just wanna break that chicken wing
I’m doing my thing i’m making it rain
I don’t care if she got brains
She got a fat
i wanna tap that
Its looking at me i’m looking right back
Baby you could keep on moving
Ima keep smoking this cuban
You ain’t even gotta talk cuz your english ain’t that fluent
We going big we going in
acting and drinking gin
Lets ball lets stunt lets make this jump
Toss some midgets in the air and bring those to the front
Go stupid go dumb do have fun
Lets keep this party popping everybody get crunk
Yeah we got swag
turn it up you know it ain’t no thang
I like them rock and roll
with the ripped up jeans
Get that paper do your thing
lets just make these scream
Shorty wanna shorty wanna
i just wanna break that chicken wing
I’m doing my thing i’m making it rain
I don’t care if she got brains
she got a fat
I wanna tap that
its looking at me i’m looking right back
Lets ball lets stunt lets make this jump
toss some midgets In the air and bring those to the front
go stupid go dumb have fun
Lets keep this party popping everybody get crunk
Yeah we got swag
turn it up you know it aint no thang
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Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop instrumental underscore verision, with chilled [...]Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop instrumental underscore verision, with chilled beats, bass and atmospheric synths. Featuring funky brass and laid back keyboard tones.
Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop with confident male MC vocals, chilled beats, [...]Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop with confident male MC vocals, chilled beats, bass and atmospheric synths. Featuring funky brass, laid back keyboard tones and mischievous, sexual lyrics. EXPLICIT.
Most chickens gone hate one me I’m something that they want to be. A gangsta chick that can be eloquent, evident that my etiquette, is better than most folks who grew up in suburban residence.
Mind I’m always speak.
Me you don’t want to see.
Better come with respect when you address you stepping to a G. Want to go to battle get ready for World War #.
Never been a hater shorty. I’m the best at what I do.
If you think you gone win in this game than you got me confused.
To love me is to know me.
Yall hate me because you know yall niggaz retired from rapping the first time you heard me flow.
See them fake niggaz gone hate.
They making a big mistake.
Cause I’m a serve them out they fate like it’s an entrée on a plate.
This aint a promise it a threat.
I promise that you’ll regret.
Keep on testing disrespecting me like I’m somebody soft.
We gone have to turn your like line off.
Too many haters to understand.
Too many haters to comprehend.
Got to let them know that I’m on top.
GO tell them haters that I can’t be stopped. Too many haters to understand what I been through I aint the one.
Got a knife in my hand and a gun in the waist band.
Don’t mess around son. Aint looking for drama but if it find me.
See I’m ready for war the crew behind me.
Ready for action mashing blasting out with my diggaz heavy chevy low pros. Broads and dudes but we aint no hoes. Flows so cold that they leave you froze. Bitch pissed off cause her man done chose. Sorry you had to go.
Don’t be mad you aint the number one pick.
Black beauty big booty thick hips full lips. I’m so fly that niggaz flock, always gone be on my jock. No need to hate I can’t be stopped like Walmart I got them in stock.
Sit back and ride to the beat.
I make music for the streets.
Real recognize real in this game. I don’t just do this for fame. Do it for the ones in the hood and the trap and the block who gets harassed by cops. Niggaz gone hate cause I’m so hot. Whether you like me or not.
Can’t deny that I’m so fly the game is mine got it on lock. Hit your hood and you gone see. Rap has been waiting for me.
Real broad that chill on the block. With a Mil in the pocket never had to pop, lock, or drop. Too many haters to understand. Too many haters to comprehend.
Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophoneOlfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoamAs for battle raps and who's the dopestLearned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosisPrognosis was never be the baron of this rap shitBut you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fitIm rocking mine with pride and style it upSlightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cutScratch an accapella like a lottery ticketDug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped itLove to make her shake and taste her lipstickThe way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuitWhen I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in meWalk the fine line between debauchery and sorceryMicrophone magician, construct an algorithm with precisionRhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a missionWishing upon a star..Green to the T with the caviar now check the referenceMusical allusions in the sessionsPlus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence
Dont get no water on the gremlinsGet slaughtered like LemmingsMake 'em board up the KremlinHigh treason.. down with the regent I was harassed and fought like Harrison Fordin that one episode of South Park where he's buried in cock.Blood gushing from his orifice like sherry or port,while all of ya'll just watched like an american sport.Where are your balls? I'm tearing you alla new jap's eye. Rap fly, that is why i carry the torch.The chairman of boards; the ferryman of yachts;the baddest mothafucka that you ever heard, but that ain't your fault.If you had any idea of the mind focusthat goes into every word that I write on thispeace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes.It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones withmy ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem ifyour name was Shakespeare, so retreat or rhyme pwned, bitch!On the real, you believe it's a light joke, kid?You better think again and go find a new rhyme opponent.
Hold up! Put the mic down right now Y'all need a breather, make way for the crowd pleaser Hot like a fever, cool like a freezer Smack MCs so damn hard they gettin' amnesia
I come correct, surprised they haven't fled yet Leave these pre-schoolers at home w/ they beds wet Hey, BRB... I'm a VIP, College grad but cats is still on they GREs
Or is the educated overrated Cause we ain't really need a teacher to get elevated I'm like Patrick Swayze, a bit fagayze Crazy, gettin' bit w/ rabies
Flow marvelous, at first glance harm-a-less But try pwnin me, then I'm totally barbarous I'm lookin' ominous, I'm like a Stalinist Or a Leninist, we goin' back to the Genesis
We bust, we bust, we crush this town Comin' thru w/ the swag kid get up get down Try to chill, and build, chill some mo It's quite clear that we runnin' the show
Hot damn we about to erupt, And all these, entertainers is just totally butt And all these, little ladies they keep callin' me up And all these, paid rappers I be callin' they bluff
And holy moly, I be wreckin' this record Man my tape bout to crash so you better eject it And everybody know, D flow automatically Me on a salary's a god damn fallacy
Yo lemme hit that, get the green burnin' Stay in Queens, I bes like E Berman Cornelius, he got bad timin' I room w/ a dude named Mike Synan
We stay rhymin', and cookin' on that curry And when the 5 0 show, we bookin' in a hurry Tryin' get that? You never get that! NYC, you could never ever rep that
I burst on the scene with a swagger And the truth is, y'all better step aside for the new kid Because I'm wreckin' it, effortless with everyone I'm messin' Cats stressin' cause they mirror be projectin' my reflection And where these rappers wanna bust a spit? Probably jetted like the juice, yo, they must've quit It's a rag tag army vs an imperial force Spittin' napalm bombs inflictin' serious losses Cause I'm a boss like Rick Ross with real skills You try to cross my pitfalls and minefields These licks stick, I don't flip bricks or sniff sniff I don't bluff, I don't puff puff or sip crys I rap rap and I spit spit, my rhyme dope I've had enough of these half assed benign folk So when we chillin' yo we bond for real Raw recognize raw, ain't no form or seal
Yo I'm the Baron, the killer, the thriller, the don Everybody know I be gettin' it on Yo I'm the Baron, the master, the man of the year All of my enemies be tremblin' in fear
I wanna, I wanna start it up, spark it up You think you got the heart enough? You hardly tough, yo, you lookin' starved and scared You hardly bad and you probably mad I wanna, I wanna get get up I rock mics and I rip it up Straighten your wrist, make a fist and you stick it up What you gon' do when this ish erupt?
Competition (ter) What goes up must come down Now buckle up I'm balling my nuckles up so tell them What the puck is up Where you gonna live when you die (bis) Yeah, throwing it down like that (bis) As I begin I'm getting ready to swing (bis) My NTN squad is long like a neck on a giraffe I used to smoke blunts like hannable Smith Competition (bis) Is inedable This is what the natural do Rock one check two (bis) Sens around sound Down with the greatest of ease (x4) That rock the house an go by the name of MC Royal "V"
Lyrics [...] Explicit language. Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female voice. BPM 92
THE LIGHT Lyrics by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.
Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song) Oogo Oogo Fantastic Chomsky
I be on the planet I be rocking that shit I be on the planet I be making them hits
MR. FANTASTIC
III beats from the words I speak It's the light from the uh…uh uh
Banka Wax Tailor Mr Gib Mr Fantastic
I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats We be on the planet we be making that heat We be on the planet and the style is unique
Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek On your territory I'm ah take ah leak let it all out Top high like Mt. Everest to the peak for you mountain climbers we be on the planet
Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek That is the style from beneath Underground, Underground from the PLANET
Lyrics [...] Hip-hop. Male vocal. Detroit style. BPM 98.
Everybody Wants
Lyrics by Mattic Madwreck, F.P. & Beat by Oogo
(chorus) La la la Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala La la la la
(Mattic's Part)
I want her in the worst way but first let me talk about her Describe the madam, cause it hit me like what's happen Walking in Le Havre She's the one I Got to have Juggling with my words Hoping that my poking cause a stabbing
Her frame, jabbing to my face open the case and see the best imprint of star elegance Relax, let me tell you something bout yourself Pass over like a passport the password is wealth.
Rich a man would be if he seen you on the regular Up inside his head, got my thoughts perpendicular Endless to your beauty cause the eyes will never lie That's a quote from the Wreckester Your shine can't hide.
(chorus)
Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song
La la la That's what I want Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala That's what I want La la la la Get nasty with it
Lyrics [...] Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male [...]Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. BPM 87.
CHECK 1-2 Lyrics by Mattic Beat by Mr.Gib
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady
(2nd Verse) I never seen nobody like you Your the one that I choose from your, head to your toes from your cap to your shoes, I figure…
With a woman like this I can't lose Two's for most men set with rules. The do's and don't Have not's I been shot, by a angel with a cannon how'd the phantom get caught?
Like handcuffs on the waist of a cop I'm i arrested? Cause good women are hard to find lucky me has invested like money in Wahcovia Love Being all over ya.
You can't tell is the mission failed? Pitching pennies to the bottom of wells till I excel Let's get up on a cruise boat floating without a sail. So that me and you can gel in heaven and hell swell.
You hit it on the nail and your body got cherry smell. She loving my clientele Queen we rock well and straighten up the frame like muscles on Mele Mel.
I'm not a MC who talking all that junk about who can beat who sound like ah punk I just get down and I go for mines and say check one two and walk down the line It's so much baby yea give it sometime and say check one two and walk the thin line My lady loving me true to mankind and say check one two, she more then a dime say what? She more then a dime Say what? She more then a dime
(Chorus) Check one two And walk down the line (Repeat) Check one two There is a thin line (Repeat)
I been in my car driving miles ad miles Thinking bout your eyes and the way your face smiles
Yo I been in my house walking room to room night to afternoon and this is what i consume Your sweet perfume, sit under a full moon, Feeling beams catching photograph views of every seen. A dream, it seems that's what i walked into Self denial is destructive when alone with you.
Seize every opportunity, I check one two I don't worry about no dudes really fucking with you. If I was working at the club you would not pay, but we to old for that i got something to say. I take it back like Dilla, my whole being is cool So look at me and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady Come here baby
Lyrics [...] Explicit language. Laid back Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 88.
At The Wine Shop
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
At the wine shop, on the post up Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt. I say that, but it don't make me crazy It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby
Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so You just want to back it up until my tip explode Whoa !!!! I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.
Lately now ah days women cause trouble Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble Put you on a take off without a shuttle So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.
How many times you been fucked over ? A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker. Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker, after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.
I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop. They say I'm better then a under counter medicine pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.
This one had voice that was raspy smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me. Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth, winked her eye and said it's all on the house Her blouse !!!!
Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles. Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline. She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.
Hit the splif and then she passed it me. Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed. Leaned over said come and get You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.
I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum. She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath Were you off to this time of morning ? You do the math…
Lyrics [...] Swagger, attitude, brooding. Tight, downtempo electronic beats with cool vocal FX [...]Swagger, attitude, brooding. Tight, downtempo electronic beats with cool vocal FX and contemporary synth bass are joined by confident female vocals and tense, urban synths. Sparse, edgy and commercial pop song with tough male vocal shout outs.
Top down for da money….For da money ya know me,…Whip lash on ya bunny, bunnyYa bunny, she owed me…I’m so fly stay fed, fed…Ya need job?Get work gimme head….See me break no bread, breadIt’s ‘cause i’m selfish what i said,..Aint nothin’ like a lose screw,In my crew,Hit em in a tutu, or high shoe,Pop it in a swim suit!Ok cute!Then hit em with da,Uh, uh, uh, and then scoot! I know you finna…
Black out!I’m finna get my bounce on..Finna get my bounce on…Breast out!T-shirt and a longjohnI’m finna get my bounce on!And it’s LOOSE!Ya know i got it!Shake cake and it’s real…(i said)Black out!I’m finna get my bounce on…
Caterpillar when ya saw me last,But-a-fly young stunna gettin better every hourglass..While you do it for the gram, I'ma do it for the band, big stand, and few 50 grand, Uh!Grown woman give a damn about what you do,Beat nuts but I'm nunt'n like a loose screw,No ballerina but you know I gotta tutu,Just make sure you on ya “Please” & ya “Thank you”s……young,young stunna,Da-dirty on da mic, get flirty, ya heard me….Grab out da bag for dis short thick cutie,Can ya give it to me?I think he wanna do me…I know he finna…
Black out!I’m finna get my bounce on..Finna get my bounce on…Breast out!T-shirt and a longjohnI’m finna get my bounce on!And it’s LOOSE!Ya know i got it!Shake cake and it’s real…(i said)Black out!I’m finna get my bounce on…(2X)
Swagger, attitude, brooding. Instrumental underscore version. Tight, downtempo electronic [...]Swagger, attitude, brooding. Instrumental underscore version. Tight, downtempo electronic beats with cool vocal FX and contemporary synth bass are joined bytense, urban synths. Sparse, edgy and commercial pop with tough male vocal shout outs.
Swagger, attitude, brooding. Tight, downtempo electronic beats with cool vocal FX and [...]Swagger, attitude, brooding. Tight, downtempo electronic beats with cool vocal FX and contemporary synth bass are joined by confident female vocals and tense, urban synths. Sparse, edgy and commercial pop song with tough male vocal shout outs.
Lyrics [...] Cool, contemporary, swagger. Relaxed electronic hip hop beats with suspenseful [...]Cool, contemporary, swagger. Relaxed electronic hip hop beats with suspenseful synths and confident, tough, urban male MC vocals builds to motivating, eerie choruses with dreamy female vocal cuts. Commercial style UK grime song with loads of attitude. EXPLICIT.
‘ard ‘ard ‘ard heavy like dynofucking around no sparking mc like i’m rhinoi’m a hard drive you’re a sd microrally with the kid psycho give me that mic i’ll be letting that 9 blowcan’t see you man with no blind foldtry running that ejit flow bro you man are dry like cairo i’m on a grime broaint tryna go back to a gyrosieving on my shell shows and the radio show yeah i’ve got a 9 to 5 thoughdoing it right with no typo man wanna be big fee fi foliving mcs swimming in shows like a lido no you won’t float cuz i’ll burst your lilo bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo
run the riddemcar man i run trackrally on dirt blacked out bally on firstwhen i’m on track man better get the picture tell them put ashley on verseshutup you don’t want things to get worsemake an mc let off a turdtell em man get off my turf you move like woody i’m subtle i’m servedgo 16 for 16 i’m word for word put an mcs teeth on the curbaint what you want little dirtcome against me ignore that urgecar when i’m onset man purgeman could have been first or third get left in the new one general have a doctor and nurse like oh my word bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo
run the riddemcar man i run track more than 100 metreswhen it gets me you’re a dreamerman better breeze like cheetahtell a man stop running the games it aint fifaleave your eye blue like peteryou’re a shit so i’m chilling with japanese akeetahsused to put cheese on turneetahsi can’t ease up tell a man give up trying to keep upmight see me with a suit in my hands so you know i’ve been rolling trees updraw that strap a 16 bar that’ll clean your team upknow what i mean like metrefor five lift a mans feet upreal mic man or no retardshutup bury that soundoh bury that sounddig that up bury that againshow that i’m ready nah shelling that againtold that i’m ready nah telling that again yo
Cool, contemporary, swagger. Instrumental underscore version. Relaxed electronic hip hop [...]Cool, contemporary, swagger. Instrumental underscore version. Relaxed electronic hip hop beats with suspenseful synths build to motivating, eerie choruses with uneasy, mysterious synths. Commercial style UK grime bed with loads of attitude.
Cool, contemporary, swagger. Relaxed electronic hip hop beats with suspenseful synths and [...]Cool, contemporary, swagger. Relaxed electronic hip hop beats with suspenseful synths and confident, tough, urban male MC vocals and dreamy female vocal cuts. Commercial style UK grime song with loads of attitude.
Lyrics [...] Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Propulsive electronic beats with suspenseful, [...]Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Propulsive electronic beats with suspenseful, eerie synths and confident, cool, downtempo male MC vocals with tough lyrics. Contemporary UK urban song with attitude.
talking in landlessfreedom impeachedman of the land and the anguish he speakstv pot holes steep like Atlantisfree from the land with plans of expansionmy angles the dankestjammed with the ramp kidspainting the mansions smoothing the blocksyou strudels a popmove it you losttough sounds dead row and duck down
you don’t see me nowyou don’t see me now
rules of the youth touchdownorder and truth what nowkodine in my cup rough houseany beat that i touch run outsick of these dated wayssmooth on the paper chasenever tire of grindingthe line in the fire i spray on trackstalking in landlessfreedom impeachedman of the land and the anguish he speakstv pot holes steep like Atlantisfree from the land with plans of expansion you don’t see me nowyou don’t see me now
Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Propulsive electronic beats with suspenseful, eerie [...]Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Propulsive electronic beats with suspenseful, eerie synths and confident, cool, downtempo male MC vocals with tough lyrics. Contemporary UK urban song with attitude.
