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total 175

album title alt. duration compo/artist description keywords

- Passant Passe
  [CEZ4366 - 8]
- 0
- 3'38
- Melan
- Lyrics [...] French rap / boom bap. Urban, determined & catchy. Rapper with sampler & rhythm.
- rap, urban landscape, boom bap, catchy, sung French [...]
Title : Passant Passe

Reference : CEZ4366 - 8

Composer(s): Gilles Maugenest - Melan

Author(s) : Melan

LC : 10347

Album: Boom-Bap Hip-Hop

Performed by : Melan

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pas
Aucun track sans blase
Ajoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gaz
La basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpe
Reste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pas
J'la sens glacée en y passant l'bras
Ici y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boire
Rageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foi
Qui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir

J'ai vu des phrasés qui s'décalent, des rires, des rides, des vies qui partent
Puis des jeunes gazés qui s'débattent, qu'esquivent devant des flics qui parlent
La weed c'est médical, ici l'chagrin est délicat
J'ai la rage contre personne, puisque chacun est critiquable
Y'a des clochards qui te pé-pom, qui s'font démonter pour 10 balles
Des cons, des bons, des condés sombres et j'ai pas les fonds pour ti-par
Esquinté des wagons, des gares, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'
Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes gars
Chez nous les braves gens s'tapent, mettent les bails dans l'sac
Aucun marchand d'sable, ouai les vaillants l'savent
Faut pas s'en vanter, les enfants bavent
Le rap tue la jeunesse car les temps sont graves
Combien en font un fond d'commerce en s'pensant braves
A cause de toi saches que des gosses meurent en s'tranchant l'bras
Les tours s'encrassent et les gens s'en tapent
Les passant passent ça n'les enchante pas
Moi j'ai la gueule pour leur emploi, mais pas le cœur qui va avec
Ici on fume, on tise, on bois, les jeunes s'consument pour faire la fête
Les journalistes j'leur mets des doigts et j'leur souhaite qu'une perquis' les pète
La politique, la coke, des boites, pendant qu'ils interdisent les pét'
Ça fait longtemps qu'ils nous la mettent, ces cons dépensé par les Grecs
Les médias flambent ouais quand c'est dead, l'argent dépensé par les dettes
Ils bougent les vents, marées et mers, ils ont menti, ok c'est net
Car on est gouverné en clair, pour du factice par des fennecs

On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pas
Aucun track sans blase
Ajoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gaz
La basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpe
Reste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pas
J'la sens glacée en y passant l'bras
Ici y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boire
Rageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foi
Qui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir

Dis leur qu'on patine dans la semoule, qu'on s'en bas les couilles des urnes
Qu'on galère à faire des sous, mais frère, les trois quart sont déçus
Les gens marchent et baissent la tête, mais tu sais la vie m'enseigne
Ce mode de vie nous reflète qu'ici on oublie l'essentiel
L'état n'est pas facile, c'est pas l'asile c'est l'carnage
En cas j'insiste, c'est pas d'la zik' c'est du partage
J'rap pour les gens qu'ont pas d'cash, la veine est palpable
Moi j'suis pas l'pape, c'est pour les coeurs sans pare-balle
Malaise palpable et climat d'peur, c'est pour voir les barbares, les tar-ba
Nous des revendicateurs
Il faudrait qu'on s'rassemble, qu'on s'prête et qu'on s'batte
L'état rouspète, faut que tout pète et qu'on s'barre

Ouais le passant passe
Esquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'
Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes gars
Melan Omerta, ouais j'chante et j't'emmerde
Esquinté 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 pas
Aucun track sans blase
Ajoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gaz
La basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpe
Reste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pas
J'la sens glacée en y passant l'bras
Ici y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boire
Rageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foi
Qui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir

rap, urban landscape, boom bap, catchy, sung French, 2000, urban, attitude, France, male singer, gimmick, investigation, percussive, driving, social drama, sample, lively, marcato, edgy, rhythmic, rhythm section, electronic percussion, beds, 1990, jerky, sequencing, good times (lyrics), introduction, medium, main version

- The Court Jesture
  [CEZ4381 - 12]
- 0
- 2'55
- Public Domain Rémi Lavialle
- Classical arrangement / cloud rap / beat making. Lazy, anachronistic & atmospheric. Form the "Adagio" by [...]
- anachronistic, cloud rap, classical arrangement, patient, wandering [...]
Title : The Court Jesture

Reference : CEZ4381 - 12

Composer(s): Public Domain

Arrangement : Rémi Lavialle

LC : 10347

Album: Classical Remix

Performed by : Rémo

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pas
Aucun track sans blase
Ajoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gaz
La basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpe
Reste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pas
J'la sens glacée en y passant l'bras
Ici y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boire
Rageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foi
Qui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir

J'ai vu des phrasés qui s'décalent, des rires, des rides, des vies qui partent
Puis des jeunes gazés qui s'débattent, qu'esquivent devant des flics qui parlent
La weed c'est médical, ici l'chagrin est délicat
J'ai la rage contre personne, puisque chacun est critiquable
Y'a des clochards qui te pé-pom, qui s'font démonter pour 10 balles
Des cons, des bons, des condés sombres et j'ai pas les fonds pour ti-par
Esquinté des wagons, des gares, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'
Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes gars
Chez nous les braves gens s'tapent, mettent les bails dans l'sac
Aucun marchand d'sable, ouai les vaillants l'savent
Faut pas s'en vanter, les enfants bavent
Le rap tue la jeunesse car les temps sont graves
Combien en font un fond d'commerce en s'pensant braves
A cause de toi saches que des gosses meurent en s'tranchant l'bras
Les tours s'encrassent et les gens s'en tapent
Les passant passent ça n'les enchante pas
Moi j'ai la gueule pour leur emploi, mais pas le cœur qui va avec
Ici on fume, on tise, on bois, les jeunes s'consument pour faire la fête
Les journalistes j'leur mets des doigts et j'leur souhaite qu'une perquis' les pète
La politique, la coke, des boites, pendant qu'ils interdisent les pét'
Ça fait longtemps qu'ils nous la mettent, ces cons dépensé par les Grecs
Les médias flambent ouais quand c'est dead, l'argent dépensé par les dettes
Ils bougent les vents, marées et mers, ils ont menti, ok c'est net
Car on est gouverné en clair, pour du factice par des fennecs

On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pas
Aucun track sans blase
Ajoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gaz
La basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpe
Reste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pas
J'la sens glacée en y passant l'bras
Ici y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boire
Rageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foi
Qui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir

Dis leur qu'on patine dans la semoule, qu'on s'en bas les couilles des urnes
Qu'on galère à faire des sous, mais frère, les trois quart sont déçus
Les gens marchent et baissent la tête, mais tu sais la vie m'enseigne
Ce mode de vie nous reflète qu'ici on oublie l'essentiel
L'état n'est pas facile, c'est pas l'asile c'est l'carnage
En cas j'insiste, c'est pas d'la zik' c'est du partage
J'rap pour les gens qu'ont pas d'cash, la veine est palpable
Moi j'suis pas l'pape, c'est pour les coeurs sans pare-balle
Malaise palpable et climat d'peur, c'est pour voir les barbares, les tar-ba
Nous des revendicateurs
Il faudrait qu'on s'rassemble, qu'on s'prête et qu'on s'batte
L'état rouspète, faut que tout pète et qu'on s'barre

Ouais le passant passe
Esquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'
Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes gars
Melan Omerta, ouais j'chante et j't'emmerde
Esquinté 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 pas
Aucun track sans blase
Ajoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gaz
La basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpe
Reste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pas
J'la sens glacée en y passant l'bras
Ici y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boire
Rageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foi
Qui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir

anachronistic, cloud rap, classical arrangement, patient, wandering, lazy, urban, modern, classy, hypnotic, urban landscape, 18th century, loop, harpsichord, steady, social drama, melancholic, fashion, nocturnal, electro organic, auto-tune, swaying, beat making, interrogative, intimate, luminous, mysterious, atmospheric, calm, cyclic, suspended atmosphere, peaceful, electronic percussion, dreamy, rhythm section, electric bass , sparse, introduction, vocal, slow, main version

- Life of Crime
  [TBX028 - 10]
- 3
- 2'32
- Negative One, Paul Thorne
- Lyrics [...] Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic synths with tough, driving drums and bass are joined by piano [...]
- rap, urban, catchy, urban landscape, attitude [...]
Title : Life of Crime

Reference : TBX028 - 10

Composer(s): Negative One - Paul Thorne

LC : 50141

Album: Concrete Schoolyard

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

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

rap, urban, catchy, urban landscape, attitude, uplifting, social drama, heavy, male singer, lively, proud, percussive, sung in English , driving, electronic percussion, advertising, rhythm section, sample, West Coast, 2000, groovy, rhythmic, introduction, main version

- Life of Crime - Clean Version
  [TBX028 - 35]
- 0
- 2'32
- Negative One, Paul Thorne
- Lyrics [...] Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic synths with tough, driving drums and bass are joined by piano [...]
- catchy, uplifting, open air, rap, urban landscape [...]
Title : Life of Crime - Clean Version

Reference : TBX028 - 35

Composer(s): Negative One - Paul Thorne

LC : 50141

Album: Concrete Schoolyard

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

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

catchy, uplifting, open air, rap, urban landscape, urban, attitude, male singer, lively, proud, sung in English , driving, heavy, electronic percussion, percussive, advertising, rhythm section, sample, West Coast, 2000, social drama, groovy, rhythmic, introduction, main version

- Life of Crime - Instrumental
  [TBX028 - 36]
- 0
- 2'32
- Negative One, Paul Thorne
- Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic hip hop underscore with swagger, featuring synths, driving drums and [...]
- catchy, uplifting, open air, urban landscape, urban [...]
Title : Life of Crime - Instrumental

Reference : TBX028 - 36

Composer(s): Negative One - Paul Thorne

LC : 50141

Album: Concrete Schoolyard

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

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

catchy, uplifting, open air, urban landscape, urban, attitude, lively, proud, hip-hop, driving, heavy, percussive, advertising, sample, beds, West Coast, 2000, social drama, groovy, electronic percussion, rhythmic, rhythm section, instrumental, introduction, alternate version

- Life of Crime - 30sec
  [TBX028 - 37]
- 0
- 0'30
- Negative One, Paul Thorne
- Urban, attitude, cool. Dramatic synths with tough, driving drums and bass are joined by piano and [...]
- catchy, uplifting, open air, urban landscape, rap [...]
Title : Life of Crime - 30sec

Reference : TBX028 - 37

Composer(s): Negative One - Paul Thorne

LC : 50141

Album: Concrete Schoolyard

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

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

catchy, uplifting, open air, urban landscape, rap, urban, attitude, male singer, lively, proud, sung in English , driving, heavy, electronic percussion, percussive, advertising, rhythm section, sample, West Coast, 2000, social drama, groovy, rhythmic, 30 s, alternate version

- Hustle
  [CEZ4389 - 15]
- 1
- 2'45
- Airsouth
- Rap / abstract hip hop. Catchy, arty & urban. Rapper, synth & rhythm.
- rap, catchy, sung in English , edgy, male singer [...]
Title : Hustle

Reference : CEZ4389 - 15

Composer(s): Vincent Henquinet

LC : 10347

Album: Inspired Pop Songs

Performed by : Airsouth

   Featuring : Flo the Kid

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

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

rap, catchy, sung in English , edgy, male singer, urban landscape, urban, electro organic, advertising, abstract hip-hop, melancholic, fashion, nocturnal, synthesizer, social drama, electronic percussion, dreamy, atmospheric, slow, medium, rhythm section, main version

- Hustle Alternate
  [CEZ4389 - 37]
- 0
- 2'44
- Airsouth
- Alternate version. Abstract hip hop. Catchy, arty & urban. Synth & rhythm.
- abstract hip-hop, urban landscape, edgy, catchy, fashion [...]
Title : Hustle Alternate

Reference : CEZ4389 - 37

Composer(s): Vincent Henquinet

LC : 10347

Album: Inspired Pop Songs

Performed by : Airsouth

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

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

abstract hip-hop, urban landscape, edgy, catchy, fashion, electro organic, urban, advertising, melancholic, nocturnal, synthesizer, electronic percussion, dreamy, social drama, beds, atmospheric, instrumental, slow, medium, rhythm section, alternate version

- Punching Ball
  [CEZ4215 - 5]
- 2
- 2'31
- Beat Assailant
- Lyrics [...] Rap. Epic & urban. Synth, rapper & rhythm. Fx car.
- attitude, rap, extreme & fighting sport, urban, action movie [...]
Title : Punching Ball

Reference : CEZ4215 - 5

Composer(s): Nicolas Gueguen

Author(s) : Adam Turner

LC : 10347

Album: Fight Sport

Performed by : Beat Assailant

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur - Kromatik - SweetGuru Productions

ISRC : FRZPA1600560

Am in too far or in too deep
Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleep
No doubt we cuttin close its the life I chose
All this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4
In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachin
Everybody 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 8
Gotta be a money maker- American society
Preaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety
Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryin
When the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12
In 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first move
V8 hummin I'm in first u should know dude
Checking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic
Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4
Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long time
Promised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime
Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride
5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8
Calm down- lemme take a deep breath
Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most def
Going to pen - so I gotta win
Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12
Listen in -to the cops on the cb
Hat low black tint can't see me
Waitin 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

attitude, rap, extreme & fighting sport, urban, action movie, fx car, catchy, sung in English , epic, proud, modern, male singer, mechanical sport, masculine, slapping, lively, uplifting, synthesizer, Song and theme, medium, electronic percussion, rhythm section, main version, vocal

- Punching Ball 3
  [CEZ4215 - 18]
- 0
- 2'39
- Beat Assailant
- Lyrics [...] Hip hop. Epic & urban. Synth & rhythm. Fx car.
- rap, extreme & fighting sport, action movie, fx car, urban [...]
Title : Punching Ball 3

Reference : CEZ4215 - 18

Composer(s): Nicolas Gueguen

Author(s) : Adam Turner

LC : 10347

Album: Fight Sport

Performed by : Beat Assailant

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur - Kromatik - SweetGuru Productions

ISRC : FRZPA1600690

Am in too far or in too deep
Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleep
No doubt we cuttin close its the life I chose
All this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4
In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachin
Everybody 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 8
Gotta be a money maker- American society
Preaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety
Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryin
When the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12
In 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first move
V8 hummin I'm in first u should know dude
Checking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic
Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4
Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long time
Promised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime
Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride
5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8
Calm down- lemme take a deep breath
Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most def
Going to pen - so I gotta win
Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12
Listen in -to the cops on the cb
Hat low black tint can't see me
Waitin 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

rap, extreme & fighting sport, action movie, fx car, urban, attitude, catchy, sung in English , epic, modern, male singer, proud, mechanical sport, slapping, lively, uplifting, synthesizer, Song and theme, medium, electronic percussion, rhythm section, main version, vocal

- Punching Ball 2
  [CEZ4215 - 17]
- 0
- 2'39
- Beat Assailant
- Hip hop. Epic & urban. Synth & rhythm.
- fx car, action movie, modern, epic, extreme & fighting sport [...]
Title : Punching Ball 2

Reference : CEZ4215 - 17

Composer(s): Nicolas Gueguen

Author(s) : Adam Turner

LC : 10347

Album: Fight Sport

Performed by : Beat Assailant

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur - Kromatik - SweetGuru Productions

ISRC : FRZPA1600680

Am in too far or in too deep
Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleep
No doubt we cuttin close its the life I chose
All this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4
In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachin
Everybody 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 8
Gotta be a money maker- American society
Preaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety
Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryin
When the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12
In 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first move
V8 hummin I'm in first u should know dude
Checking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic
Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4
Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long time
Promised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime
Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride
5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8
Calm down- lemme take a deep breath
Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most def
Going to pen - so I gotta win
Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12
Listen in -to the cops on the cb
Hat low black tint can't see me
Waitin 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

fx car, action movie, modern, epic, extreme & fighting sport, mechanical sport, urban, slapping, lively, uplifting, proud, hip-hop, synthesizer, catchy, medium, electronic percussion, rhythm section, main version

- Walking on Clouds
  [CEZ4409 - 3]
- 0
- 2'59
- Tigerz
- Hip-Hop bed / Hip-Hop loop / beatmaking. Chill, luminous & airy. Suggested for drones & traveling. [...]
- dreamy, airy, cloud rap, urban landscape, urban [...]
Title : Walking on Clouds

Reference : CEZ4409 - 3

Composer(s): Guillaume Jousselin

LC : 10347

Album: Hip-Hop Beds

Performed by : Tigerz

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

Am in too far or in too deep
Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleep
No doubt we cuttin close its the life I chose
All this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4
In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachin
Everybody 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 8
Gotta be a money maker- American society
Preaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety
Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryin
When the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12
In 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first move
V8 hummin I'm in first u should know dude
Checking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic
Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4
Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long time
Promised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime
Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride
5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8
Calm down- lemme take a deep breath
Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most def
Going to pen - so I gotta win
Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12
Listen in -to the cops on the cb
Hat low black tint can't see me
Waitin 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

dreamy, airy, cloud rap, urban landscape, urban, hypnotic, melancholic, beat making, chill trap, cyclic, sad, edgy, catchy, classy, heavy, electronic percussion, tormented, luminous, nocturnal, electro organic, relaxed, sample, slow motion, synthesizer, tracking shot, beds, confident, rhythm section, sampled male voice, pitched voice, atmospheric, strings, introduction, panoramic, social drama, sensual, loop, instrumental, slow, walking, main version

- So Real
  [CEZ4389 - 7]
- 1
- 2'57
- Airsouth
- Rap. Confident, chill & urban. Rapper, synth & rhythm.
- fashion, edgy, sung in English , advertising, rap [...]
Title : So Real

Reference : CEZ4389 - 7

Composer(s): Vincent Henquinet

LC : 10347

Album: Inspired Pop Songs

Performed by : Airsouth

Featuring : Flo the Kid

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

Am in too far or in too deep
Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleep
No doubt we cuttin close its the life I chose
All this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4
In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachin
Everybody 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 8
Gotta be a money maker- American society
Preaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety
Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryin
When the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12
In 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first move
V8 hummin I'm in first u should know dude
Checking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic
Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4
Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long time
Promised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime
Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride
5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8
Calm down- lemme take a deep breath
Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most def
Going to pen - so I gotta win
Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12
Listen in -to the cops on the cb
Hat low black tint can't see me
Waitin 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

fashion, edgy, sung in English , advertising, rap, modern, male singer, relaxed, catchy, urban landscape, dreamy, confident, carefree, electric piano, urban, introduction, coastline, luminous, electronic percussion, synthesizer, medium, rhythm section, main version

- So Real Alternate
  [CEZ4389 - 28]
- 0
- 2'56
- Airsouth
- Alternate version. Abstract hip hop. Confident, dreamy & urban. Synth & rhythm.
- fashion, edgy, advertising, abstract hip-hop, relaxed [...]
Title : So Real Alternate

Reference : CEZ4389 - 28

Composer(s): Vincent Henquinet

LC : 10347

Album: Inspired Pop Songs

Performed by : Airsouth

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

Am in too far or in too deep
Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleep
No doubt we cuttin close its the life I chose
All this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4
In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachin
Everybody 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 8
Gotta be a money maker- American society
Preaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety
Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryin
When the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12
In 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first move
V8 hummin I'm in first u should know dude
Checking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic
Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4
Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long time
Promised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime
Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride
5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8
Calm down- lemme take a deep breath
Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most def
Going to pen - so I gotta win
Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12
Listen in -to the cops on the cb
Hat low black tint can't see me
Waitin 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

fashion, edgy, advertising, abstract hip-hop, relaxed, dreamy, catchy, urban landscape, urban, confident, carefree, introduction, electro organic, synthesizer, atmospheric, coastline, luminous, electronic percussion, beds, instrumental, medium, rhythm section, alternate version

- One Time for Your Mind
  [MAG6034 - 2]
- 1
- 2'58
- Bei Pai
- Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Lively, catchy & urban. Wah-wah guitar, male rapper & rhythm.
- rap, modern, sung in Chinese , China, urban landscape [...]
Title : One Time for Your Mind

Reference : MAG6034 - 2

Composer(s): Huan Zi Bo

Author(s) : Huan Zi Bo

LC : 10347

Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of China

Performed by : Bei Pai

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

Am in too far or in too deep
Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleep
No doubt we cuttin close its the life I chose
All this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4
In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachin
Everybody 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 8
Gotta be a money maker- American society
Preaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety
Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryin
When the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12
In 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first move
V8 hummin I'm in first u should know dude
Checking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic
Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4
Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long time
Promised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime
Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride
5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8
Calm down- lemme take a deep breath
Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most def
Going to pen - so I gotta win
Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12
Listen in -to the cops on the cb
Hat low black tint can't see me
Waitin 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

rap, modern, sung in Chinese , China, urban landscape, lively, attitude, catchy, male singer, street sports, urban, advertising, wah-wah guitar, electronic percussion, rhythm section, fast, sample, main version

- One TIme for your Mind 2
  [MAG6034 - 15]
- 0
- 2'58
- Bei Pai
- Contemporary instrumental hip hop. Lively, catchy & urban. Wah-wah guitar & rhythm.
- modern, urban landscape, lively, attitude, catchy [...]
Title : One TIme for your Mind 2

Reference : MAG6034 - 15

Composer(s): Huan Zi Bo

Author(s) : Huan Zi Bo

LC : 10347

Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of China

Performed by : Bei Pai

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

Am in too far or in too deep
Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleep
No doubt we cuttin close its the life I chose
All this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4
In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachin
Everybody 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 8
Gotta be a money maker- American society
Preaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety
Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryin
When the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12
In 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first move
V8 hummin I'm in first u should know dude
Checking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic
Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4
Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long time
Promised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime
Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride
5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8
Calm down- lemme take a deep breath
Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most def
Going to pen - so I gotta win
Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12
Listen in -to the cops on the cb
Hat low black tint can't see me
Waitin 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

modern, urban landscape, lively, attitude, catchy, hip-hop, street sports, urban, advertising, wah-wah guitar, rhythmic, electronic percussion, rhythm section, instrumental, fast, sample, alternate version

- I Say
  [MAG6034 - 3]
- 1
- 3'51
- Bei Pai
- Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Inevitable, dark & obstinate. Sample, male rapper & rhythm.
- rap, modern, sung in Chinese , China, social drama [...]
Title : I Say

Reference : MAG6034 - 3

Composer(s): Huan Zi Bo

Author(s) : Huan Zi Bo

LC : 10347

Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of China

Performed by : Bei Pai

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

Am in too far or in too deep
Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleep
No doubt we cuttin close its the life I chose
All this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4
In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachin
Everybody 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 8
Gotta be a money maker- American society
Preaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety
Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryin
When the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12
In 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first move
V8 hummin I'm in first u should know dude
Checking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic
Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4
Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long time
Promised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime
Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride
5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8
Calm down- lemme take a deep breath
Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most def
Going to pen - so I gotta win
Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12
Listen in -to the cops on the cb
Hat low black tint can't see me
Waitin 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

rap, modern, sung in Chinese , China, social drama, inexorable, catchy, male singer, urban landscape, street sports, urban, attitude, heavy, nocturnal, investigation, melancholic, relentless, sample, sad, electronic percussion, rhythm section, medium, main version

- I Say 2
  [MAG6034 - 16]
- 0
- 3'51
- Bei Pai
- Contemporary instrumental hip hop. Inevitable, dark & obstinate. Sample & rhythm.
- modern, social drama, inexorable, catchy, hip-hop [...]
Title : I Say 2

Reference : MAG6034 - 16

Composer(s): Huan Zi Bo

Author(s) : Huan Zi Bo

LC : 10347

Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of China

Performed by : Bei Pai

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

Am in too far or in too deep
Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleep
No doubt we cuttin close its the life I chose
All this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4
In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachin
Everybody 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 8
Gotta be a money maker- American society
Preaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety
Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryin
When the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12
In 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first move
V8 hummin I'm in first u should know dude
Checking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic
Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4
Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long time
Promised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime
Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride
5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8
Calm down- lemme take a deep breath
Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most def
Going to pen - so I gotta win
Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12
Listen in -to the cops on the cb
Hat low black tint can't see me
Waitin 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 score
when dey make out the building put my foot to the floor

I'm ready I'm ready
And I gotta keep this thing on steady
Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweaty
Ain't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady

modern, social drama, inexorable, catchy, hip-hop, urban landscape, street sports, urban, attitude, heavy, nocturnal, investigation, melancholic, relentless, sample, sad, electronic percussion, rhythm section, instrumental, medium, alternate version

- Back in the Days
  [CEV3019 - 1]
- 1
- 1'55
- La Fine Equipe
- Lyrics [...] Explicit language. Vocal Hip-hop. Soulful. Bass synth & decisive beat. BPM 91.
- urban landscape, rap, urban, attitude, catchy [...]
Title : Back in the Days

Reference : CEV3019 - 1

Composer(s): Oogo

Author(s) : Daryl Parks

LC : 10347

Album: Hype Hop

Performed by : La Fine Equipe

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

ISRC : FRZPA0900570

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

urban landscape, rap, urban, attitude, catchy, sung in English , hip-hop, modern, sample, Song and theme, male singer, confident, United States of America, advertising, vocal, 1990, 2000, beat making, female back up vocalist, groovy, electronic percussion, fashion, relaxed, everyday life, lazy, rhythm section, laid-back, 1980, childhood (lyrics), action movie, walking, medium, contemporary series, synthesizer, main version

- Back in the Days
  [CEV3019 - 2]
- 0
- 1'58
- La Fine Equipe
- Laid back & smart instrumental hip-hop with female voice. BPM 91
- beat making, hip-hop, 2000, loop, fashion [...]
Title : Back in the Days

Reference : CEV3019 - 2

Composer(s): Oogo - Daryl Parks

LC : 10347

Album: Hype Hop

Performed by : La Fine Equipe

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

ISRC : FRZPA0900575

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

beat making, hip-hop, 2000, loop, fashion, contemporary series, beds, urban, laid-back, female back up vocalist, classy, confident, United States of America, groovy, 1990, nocturnal, relaxed, sensual, everyday life, dreamy, rhythm section, contemporary art, cyclic, instrumental, walking, medium, sequencing, tracking shot, alternate version, vocal

- Blackout
  [BIB097 - 6]
- 2
- 2'53
- Scott Dudley, Corey English, Emmery Williams
- Lyrics [...] Swagger, attitude, brooding. Tight, downtempo electronic beats with cool vocal FX and [...]
- attitude, urban landscape, rap, urban, trap (music) [...]
Title : Blackout

Reference : BIB097 - 6

Composer(s): Scott Dudley - Corey English - Emmery Williams

LC : 50141

Album: Swag Female Pop

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

Top down for da money….
For da money ya know me,…
Whip lash on ya bunny, bunny
Ya bunny, she owed me…
I’m so fly stay fed, fed…
Ya need job?
Get work gimme head….
See me break no bread, bread
It’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 longjohn
I’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 longjohn
I’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)

attitude, urban landscape, rap, urban, trap (music), catchy, female singer, social drama, insidious, relentless, sung in English , lively, investigation, heavy, team sport, 2000, marcato, interrogative, electronic percussion, rhythm section, extreme & fighting sport, synthesizer, modern, fiery, strict, street sports, medium, main version, vocal

- Blackout - Black Out [...]
  [BIB097 - 21]
- 0
- 2'53
- Scott Dudley, Corey English, Emmery Williams
- Swagger, attitude, brooding. Instrumental underscore version. Tight, downtempo electronic beats with [...]
- attitude, urban landscape, urban, catchy, social drama [...]
Title : Blackout - Black Out Instrumental

Reference : BIB097 - 21

Composer(s): Scott Dudley - Corey English - Emmery Williams

LC : 50141

Album: Swag Female Pop

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

Top down for da money….
For da money ya know me,…
Whip lash on ya bunny, bunny
Ya bunny, she owed me…
I’m so fly stay fed, fed…
Ya need job?
Get work gimme head….
See me break no bread, bread
It’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 longjohn
I’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 longjohn
I’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)

attitude, urban landscape, urban, catchy, social drama, insidious, relentless, lively, investigation, heavy, team sport, beds, 2000, marcato, interrogative, electronic percussion, rhythm section, extreme & fighting sport, synthesizer, trap (music), modern, fiery, strict, street sports, instrumental, medium, alternate version

- Blackout - Black Out 30 Sec
  [BIB097 - 22]
- 0
- 0'31
- Scott Dudley, Corey English, Emmery Williams
- Swagger, attitude, brooding. Tight, downtempo electronic beats with cool vocal FX and contemporary synth [...]
- attitude, urban landscape, rap, trap (music), urban [...]
Title : Blackout - Black Out 30 Sec

Reference : BIB097 - 22

Composer(s): Scott Dudley - Corey English - Emmery Williams

LC : 50141

Album: Swag Female Pop

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

Top down for da money….
For da money ya know me,…
Whip lash on ya bunny, bunny
Ya bunny, she owed me…
I’m so fly stay fed, fed…
Ya need job?
Get work gimme head….
See me break no bread, bread
It’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 longjohn
I’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 longjohn
I’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)

attitude, urban landscape, rap, trap (music), urban, catchy, female singer, social drama, insidious, relentless, sung in English , lively, investigation, heavy, team sport, 2000, marcato, interrogative, electronic percussion, rhythm section, extreme & fighting sport, synthesizer, modern, fiery, strict, street sports, 30 s, medium, alternate version

- We Got Swag
  [TBX028 - 12]
- 3
- 2'35
- Negative One, Paul Thorne
- Lyrics [...] Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop with confident male MC vocals, chilled beats, bass [...]
- urban landscape, urban, attitude, rap, social drama [...]
Title : We Got Swag

Reference : TBX028 - 12

Composer(s): Negative One - Paul Thorne

LC : 50141

Album: Concrete Schoolyard

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

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

urban landscape, urban, attitude, rap, social drama, catchy, male singer, groovy, heavy, sung in English , driving, lively, electronic percussion, relaxed, rhythm section, sensual, West Coast, electric bass , rhythmic, sample, 2000, introduction, slow, main version

- We Got Swag - Clean Version
  [TBX028 - 41]
- 0
- 2'35
- Negative One, Paul Thorne
- Lyrics [...] Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop with confident male MC vocals, chilled beats, bass [...]
- attitude, urban landscape, catchy, male singer, rap [...]
Title : We Got Swag - Clean Version

Reference : TBX028 - 41

Composer(s): Negative One - Paul Thorne

LC : 50141

Album: Concrete Schoolyard

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

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
I like them rock and roll with the ripped up jeans

attitude, urban landscape, catchy, male singer, rap, urban, sung in English , driving, lively, groovy, electronic percussion, open air, rhythm section, West Coast, electric bass , heavy, rhythmic, sample, 2000, sensual, jerky, introduction, alternate version

- We Got Swag - Instrumental
  [TBX028 - 42]
- 0
- 2'35
- Negative One, Paul Thorne
- Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop instrumental underscore verision, with chilled beats, bass [...]
- attitude, urban landscape, catchy, urban, driving [...]
Title : We Got Swag - Instrumental

Reference : TBX028 - 42

Composer(s): Negative One - Paul Thorne

LC : 50141

Album: Concrete Schoolyard

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

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
I like them rock and roll with the ripped up jeans

attitude, urban landscape, catchy, urban, driving, lively, groovy, hip-hop, open air, sample, West Coast, electric bass , heavy, electronic percussion, rhythmic, rhythm section, beds, 2000, sensual, jerky, instrumental, introduction, alternate version

- We Got Swag - 30sec
  [TBX028 - 43]
- 0
- 0'30
- Negative One, Paul Thorne
- Swagger, relaxed, attitude. Cool 90s hip hop with confident male MC vocals, chilled beats, bass and [...]
- attitude, urban landscape, catchy, male singer, rap [...]
Title : We Got Swag - 30sec

Reference : TBX028 - 43

Composer(s): Negative One - Paul Thorne

LC : 50141

Album: Concrete Schoolyard

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

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
I like them rock and roll with the ripped up jeans

attitude, urban landscape, catchy, male singer, rap, urban, sung in English , driving, lively, groovy, electronic percussion, open air, rhythm section, West Coast, electric bass , heavy, rhythmic, sample, 2000, sensual, jerky, 30 s, introduction, alternate version

- From Dali
  [MAG6034 - 4]
- 1
- 3'22
- Bei Pai
- Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Heavy, stubborn & urban. Synth, male rapper & rhythm.
- attitude, urban, modern, China, rap [...]
Title : From Dali

Reference : MAG6034 - 4

Composer(s): Huan Zi Bo

Author(s) : Huan Zi Bo

LC : 10347

Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of China

Performed by : Bei Pai

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

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
I like them rock and roll with the ripped up jeans

attitude, urban, modern, China, rap, sung in Chinese , relentless, urban landscape, catchy, male singer, social drama, heavy, nocturnal, synthesizer, electronic percussion, rhythmic, rhythm section, trap (music), auto-tune, sung in English , slow, main version

- From Dali 2
  [MAG6034 - 17]
- 0
- 3'22
- Bei Pai
- Contemporary instrumental hip hop. Heavy, stubborn & urban. Synth & rhythm.
- modern, attitude, urban landscape, social drama, hip-hop [...]
Title : From Dali 2

Reference : MAG6034 - 17

Composer(s): Huan Zi Bo

Author(s) : Huan Zi Bo

LC : 10347

Album: Bei Pai - Dalifornia : Rap of China

Performed by : Bei Pai

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

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
I like them rock and roll with the ripped up jeans

modern, attitude, urban landscape, social drama, hip-hop, relentless, urban, heavy, nocturnal, catchy, synthesizer, electronic percussion, rhythmic, rhythm section, trap (music), instrumental, slow, alternate version

- Got Me Going Loco
  [BIB019 - 10]
- 1
- 2'12
- Ahmad I. Brown, James Desmond, Panauh Kalayeh, Jeff A. Leauby
- Lyrics [...] Ponderous, staccato beats, plucked synth strings with a effected vocal chorus about the pursuit [...]
- rap, pitched voice, attitude, urban landscape, urban [...]
Title : Got Me Going Loco

Reference : BIB019 - 10

Composer(s): Ahmad I. Brown - James Desmond - Panauh Kalayeh - Jeff A. Leauby

LC : 50141

Album: Hip Hop

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

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

Money, money
Go, go
Got me going loco

rap, pitched voice, attitude, urban landscape, urban, catchy, male singer, social drama, edgy, driving, sung in English , lazy, electronic percussion, rhythm section, Song and theme, medium, pizzicato, main version, vocal

- Got Me Going Loco Instrumental
  [BIB019 - 16]
- 0
- 2'14
- Ahmad I. Brown, James Desmond, Panauh Kalayeh, Jeff A. Leauby
- Ponderous, staccato beats, plucked synth strings.
- pitched voice, urban landscape, catchy, social drama, attitude [...]
Title : Got Me Going Loco Instrumental

Reference : BIB019 - 16

Composer(s): Ahmad I. Brown - James Desmond - Panauh Kalayeh - Jeff A. Leauby

LC : 50141

Album: Hip Hop

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

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

Money, money
Go, go
Got me going loco

pitched voice, urban landscape, catchy, social drama, attitude, beat making, driving, lazy, urban, edgy, electronic percussion, rhythm section, instrumental, medium, pizzicato, alternate version, vocal

- Haters Anthem
  [GUM7113 - 7]
- 0
- 2'14
- Ife Morrison
- Lyrics [...] Explicit Lyrics. Catchy & agressive. Female rapper, samples & rhythm.
- introduction, rap, urban, aggressive & violent, Song and theme [...]
Title : Haters Anthem

Reference : GUM7113 - 7

Composer(s): Ife Morrison

Author(s) : Courtney Elkins

LC : 27625

Album: Urban Tales Vol. 3

Publisher(s) : GUM Collections

ISRC : FR6Z61418510

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.

I hug the curb with the big body 73 MC.
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.
Got to let them know that I’m on top.
GO tell them haters that I can’t be stopped.

introduction, rap, urban, aggressive & violent, Song and theme, sung in English , female singer, extreme & fighting sport, vocal, catchy, social drama, lively, explosive, action movie, rhythmic, whirling, electronic percussion, rhythm section, sample, medium, main version

- Gremlins
  [CEZ4158 - 15]
- 0
- 3'25
- La Fine Equipe
- Lyrics [...] Explicit Lyrics. Rap. Heavy & cut. Electronics, MC's & rhythm.
- rap, Song and theme, sung in English , male singer, social drama [...]
Title : Gremlins

Reference : CEZ4158 - 15

Composer(s): Chomsk'

Author(s) : Benjamin Bambach - Maik Schindler

LC : 10347

Album: A Song is all you Need

Performed by : La Fine Equipe

Featuring : A.S.M

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur - Nowadays Records

ISRC : FRZPA1413840

Heard this one whispered through the cracks in the xylophone
Olfactory sensation is of coffee and the styrofoam
As for battle raps and who's the dopest
Learned to take it lightly like my mother's jew neurosis
Prognosis was never be the baron of this rap shit
But you know what they say, let them wear it if the cap fit
Im rocking mine with pride and style it up
Slightly angled to the side, crunk, wilding on the cut
Scratch an accapella like a lottery ticket
Dug some Donald Byrd out the crate, flipped it
Love to make her shake and taste her lipstick
The way she flakes the brisket, it really takes the biscuit
When I rips it, like a Jedi knight with the force in me
Walk the fine line between debauchery and sorcery
Microphone magician, construct an algorithm with precision
Rhyming Wittgensteinian logician on a mission
Wishing upon a star..
Green to the T with the caviar now check the reference
Musical allusions in the sessions
Plus youthful optimism is itself an act of reverence

Dont get no water on the gremlins
Get slaughtered like Lemmings
Make 'em board up the Kremlin
High treason.. down with the regent

I was harassed and fought like Harrison Ford
in 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 all
a 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 focus
that goes into every word that I write on this
peace of paper, you couldn't breathe on the mic, homes.
It's the speech Vader teaching you hitting the right tones with
my ill voice. You couldn't read me a tight poem if
your 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.

rap, Song and theme, sung in English , male singer, social drama, urban, vocal, pitched voice, night activity, catchy, advertising, intermittent, lively, celebs, electronic percussion, lazy, sequencing, rhythm section, medium, main version

- Crush This Town
  [GUM7019 - 1]
- 0
- 2'02
- D-Ray
- Lyrics [...] Hip-hop. Urban & inflammed. Male singer, electronics & rhythm.
- rap, urban, modern, edgy, Song and theme [...]
Title : Crush This Town

Reference : GUM7019 - 1

Composer(s): Alexandre Brovelli - Marc Mallia

Author(s) : Daniel Raymond

LC : 27625

Album: Urban Tales

Performed by : D-Ray

Publisher(s) : GUM Collections

ISRC : FR6Z61106800

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

rap, urban, modern, edgy, Song and theme, sung in English , male singer, vocal, night activity, beat making, groovy, relentless, sequencing, drum machine, lively, fiery, strict, rhythm section, sample, scansion, synthesizer, everyday life, aggressive & violent, action movie, street theatre, 1990, 2000

- I'm the Baron
  [GUM7019 - 3]
- 0
- 2'02
- D-Ray
- Lyrics [...] Explicit Lyrics. Hip-hop. Lively & tense. Male singer, electronics & rhythm.
- rap, Song and theme, sung in English , male singer, vocal [...]
Title : I'm the Baron

Reference : GUM7019 - 3

Composer(s): Alexandre Brovelli

Author(s) : Daniel Raymond

LC : 27625

Album: Urban Tales

Performed by : D-Ray

Publisher(s) : GUM Collections

ISRC : FR6Z61106820

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?

rap, Song and theme, sung in English , male singer, vocal, modern, beat making, sequencing, urban, night activity, drum machine, lively, disturbing, relentless, rhythmic, rhythm section, synthesizer, aggressive & violent, scansion, everyday life, groovy, jerky, street theatre

- Can't Test Me
  [GUM7019 - 7]
- 0
- 1'45
- Dax Riders
- Lyrics [...] Hip-hop. Catchy & obstinate. Male singer, electronics & rhythm.
- rap, beat making, male singer, rhythmic, drum machine [...]
Title : Can't Test Me

Reference : GUM7019 - 7

Composer(s): Cédric Azencoth - Olivier Ruel

Author(s) : Royal V

LC : 27625

Album: Urban Tales

Performed by : Dax Riders

Publisher(s) : GUM Collections

ISRC : FR6Z61106860

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"

rap, beat making, male singer, rhythmic, drum machine, groovy, relentless, sequencing, rhythm section, jerky, synthesizer, urban, night activity, aggressive & violent, lively, chaotic, intermittent, quirky, final, fx backwards, unstable, heavy, medium, tempo slowing down, strict, scansion, everyday life, pitched voice

- Everybody Wants
  [CEV3019 - 11]
- 1
- 4'26
- La Fine Equipe
- Lyrics [...] Hip-hop. Male vocal. Detroit style. BPM 98.
- rap, hip-hop, Song and theme, sung in English , urban [...]
Title : Everybody Wants

Reference : CEV3019 - 11

Composer(s): Oogo

Author(s) : John Mc Kiever - Daryl Parks - Maik Schindler

LC : 10347

Album: Hype Hop

Performed by : La Fine Equipe

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

ISRC : FRZPA0900610

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

rap, hip-hop, Song and theme, sung in English , urban, vocal, modern, beat making, United States of America, 1990, 2000, male singer, proud, electronic percussion, catchy, lively, groovy, rhythmic, club, danceable, driving, rhythm section, contemporary series, 1980, love (lyrics), action movie, medium, sample, main version, everyday life

- Everybody Wants
  [CEV3019 - 12]
- 0
- 2'23
- La Fine Equipe
- Hip-hop. Detroit style. Underscore. Male & female voices. BPM 98.
- hip-hop, urban, 1990, 2000, beat making [...]
Title : Everybody Wants

Reference : CEV3019 - 12

Composer(s): Johnny Madwreck - Oogo - Daryl Parks - Maik Schindler

LC : 10347

Album: Hype Hop

Performed by : La Fine Equipe

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

ISRC : FRZPA0900615

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

hip-hop, urban, 1990, 2000, beat making, United States of America, fashion, lively, beds, club, confident, groovy, relentless, rhythm section, contemporary series, male singer, female back up vocalist, cyclic, action movie, instrumental, medium, alternate version, everyday life, vocal

- Check 1-2
  [CEV3019 - 13]
- 1
- 3'40
- La Fine Equipe
- Lyrics [...] Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. BPM 87.
- rap, modern, 1990, United States of America, hip-hop [...]
Title : Check 1-2

Reference : CEV3019 - 13

Composer(s): Mathieu Gibert

Author(s) : Daryl Parks

LC : 10347

Album: Hype Hop

Performed by : La Fine Equipe

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

ISRC : FRZPA0900640

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

rap, modern, 1990, United States of America, hip-hop, urban, beat making, Song and theme, sung in English , vocal, 2000, male singer, electronic percussion, vibraphone, laid-back, relaxed, contemporary series, rhythm section, love (lyrics), driving, action movie, flash back, fx vinyl, groovy, medium, sample, trumpet, main version, everyday life

- Check 1-2
  [CEV3019 - 14]
- 0
- 2'40
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Old-School Hip-hop. Vibraphone & brass. Undersore. BPM 87.
- hip-hop, 1990, beat making, fashion, beds [...]
Title : Check 1-2

Reference : CEV3019 - 14

Composer(s): Mathieu Gibert - Daryl Parks

LC : 10347

Album: Hype Hop

Performed by : La Fine Equipe

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

ISRC : FRZPA0900645

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

hip-hop, 1990, beat making, fashion, beds, urban, classy, United States of America, contemporary series, 2000, nocturnal, relaxed, everyday life, laid-back, groovy, vibraphone, driving, rhythm section, contemporary art, action movie, flash back, fx vinyl, instrumental, medium, dreamy, sample, trumpet, alternate version, vocal

- At The Wine Shop
  [CEV3019 - 21]
- 2
- 1'53
- La Fine Equipe
- Lyrics [...] Explicit language. Laid back Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 88.
- rap, modern, hip-hop, loop, urban [...]
Title : At The Wine Shop

Reference : CEV3019 - 21

Composer(s): Pascal Luvisi

Author(s) : Daryl Parks

LC : 10347

Album: Hype Hop

Performed by : La Fine Equipe

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

ISRC : FRZPA0900620

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…

rap, modern, hip-hop, loop, urban, beat making, United States of America, 2000, Song and theme, sung in English , male singer, electronic percussion, vocal, electric guitar, strict, 1990, relaxed, rhythm section, laid-back, action movie, groovy, slow, walking, sample, main version, everyday life

- At The Wine Shop
  [CEV3019 - 22]
- 0
- 1'47
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental laid back Hip-hop. Scratch. BPM 88.
- breakbeat, urban, loop, United States of America, 2000 [...]
Title : At The Wine Shop

Reference : CEV3019 - 22

Composer(s): Pascal Luvisi - Daryl Parks

LC : 10347

Album: Hype Hop

Performed by : La Fine Equipe

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

ISRC : FRZPA0900625

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…

breakbeat, urban, loop, United States of America, 2000, beat making, rap, beds, classy, club, relaxed, 1990, 1980, electric guitar, fashion, rhythm section, airy, male singer, groovy, hip-hop, instrumental, slow, medium, relentless, panoramic, sequencing, dreamy, alternate version, vocal

- At The Wine Shop
  [CEV3019 - 29]
- 0
- 1'47
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental laid back Hip-hop. Scratch. BPM 88.
- modern, beat making, urban landscape, loop, advertising [...]
Title : At The Wine Shop

Reference : CEV3019 - 29

Composer(s): Pascal Luvisi

Author(s) : Daryl Parks

LC : 10347

Album: Hype Hop

Performed by : La Fine Equipe

Publisher(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur

ISRC : FRZPA0900550

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…

modern, beat making, urban landscape, loop, advertising, street sports, urban, United States of America, 2000, electronic percussion, strict, everyday life, confident, electric guitar, relaxed, 1990, rhythm section, laid-back, instrumental, slow, sample, alternate version

- Tell Me the Truth
  [GUM7165 - 1]
- 1
- 2'20
- Kévin Bui, Gabriel Chemin Crozet, Fabien Gaetan
- Lyrics [...] Cloud rap/Chill trap. Urban, patient & interrogative. Synth, singer, auto-tune & rhythm.
- cloud rap, urban, heavy, chill trap, interrogative [...]
Title : Tell Me the Truth

Reference : GUM7165 - 1

Composer(s): Kévin Bui - Gabriel Chemin Crozet - Fabien Gaetan

Author(s) : Kévin Bui - Gabriel Chemin Crozet - Fabien Gaetan

LC : 27625

Album: Purple Ghost

Publisher(s) : GUM Collections

I think i saw you in the crowd

with your magic soul this dope for broken hearts

but you would sell this shit to anyone

with everything that you’ve been craving for

i’ve tasted love beyond repair

i was called by my own voice

please do not tell

i’ve lurked the shadows the narrow way the end

The end

i’ve lurked the shadows the narrow way the end

the end

itʼs ride or die kind of situation

hammer it on time take your medication

not to dramatize that be my affliction

itʼs ride or die kind of situation

hammer it on time take your medication

not to dramatize that be my affliction

she on the side im on the ride she called me a
while ago

apologies all over cries she called me into the
radio

today got easier for the first time in a while
what you got me through made all demons glide

cloud rap, urban, heavy, chill trap, interrogative, patient, urban landscape, attitude, investigation, nocturnal, synthesizer, modern, male singer, insidious, electronic percussion, percussive, disturbing, panoramic, rhythm section, love (lyrics), auto-tune, sung in English , slow, main version, vocal

- Tell Me the Truth - [...]
  [GUM7165 - 13]
- 0
- 2'20
- Kévin Bui, Gabriel Chemin Crozet, Fabien Gaetan
- Chill trap. Urban, patient & interrogative. Synth & rhythm.
- urban, chill trap, interrogative, patient, urban landscape [...]
Title : Tell Me the Truth - Instrumental

Reference : GUM7165 - 13

Composer(s): Kévin Bui - Gabriel Chemin Crozet - Fabien Gaetan

Author(s) : Kévin Bui - Gabriel Chemin Crozet - Fabien Gaetan

LC : 27625

Album: Purple Ghost

Publisher(s) : GUM Collections

I think i saw you in the crowd

with your magic soul this dope for broken hearts

but you would sell this shit to anyone

with everything that you’ve been craving for

i’ve tasted love beyond repair

i was called by my own voice

please do not tell

i’ve lurked the shadows the narrow way the end

The end

i’ve lurked the shadows the narrow way the end

the end

itʼs ride or die kind of situation

hammer it on time take your medication

not to dramatize that be my affliction

itʼs ride or die kind of situation

hammer it on time take your medication

not to dramatize that be my affliction

she on the side im on the ride she called me a
while ago

apologies all over cries she called me into the
radio

today got easier for the first time in a while
what you got me through made all demons glide

urban, chill trap, interrogative, patient, urban landscape, attitude, investigation, heavy, nocturnal, synthesizer, modern, insidious, electronic percussion, percussive, disturbing, panoramic, rhythm section, instrumental, slow, alternate version

- You Don't See Me Now
  [TBX037 - 2]
- 2
- 2'10
- Negative One
- Lyrics [...] Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Propulsive electronic beats with suspenseful, eerie synths and [...]
- grime, urban landscape, urban, England, attitude [...]
Title : You Don't See Me Now

Reference : TBX037 - 2

Composer(s): Negative One

LC : 50141

Album: UK Urban

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

talking in landless
freedom impeached
man of the land and the anguish he speaks
tv pot holes steep like Atlantis
free from the land with plans of expansion
my angles the dankest
jammed with the ramp kids
painting the mansions smoothing the blocks
you strudels a pop
move it you lost
tough sounds dead row and duck down

you don’t see me now
you don’t see me now

rules of the youth touchdown
order and truth what now
kodine in my cup rough house
any beat that i touch run out
sick of these dated ways
smooth on the paper chase
never tire of grinding
the line in the fire i spray on tracks
talking in landless
freedom impeached
man of the land and the anguish he speaks
tv pot holes steep like Atlantis
free from the land with plans of expansion

you don’t see me now
you don’t see me now

grime, urban landscape, urban, England, attitude, rap, modern, atmospheric, sung in English , male singer, driving, lively, rhythmic, catchy, hypnotic, relentless, electronic percussion, rhythm section, synthesizer, masculine, nocturnal, spoken male voice, steady, social drama, heavy, percussive, UK garage, mysterious, medium, street sports, main version

- You Don't See Me Now - [...]
  [TBX037 - 13]
- 0
- 2'10
- Negative One
- Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Instrumental underscore version. Propulsive electronic beats with [...]
- grime, urban landscape, urban, England, attitude [...]
Title : You Don't See Me Now - Instrumental

Reference : TBX037 - 13

Composer(s): Negative One

LC : 50141

Album: UK Urban

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

talking in landless
freedom impeached
man of the land and the anguish he speaks
tv pot holes steep like Atlantis
free from the land with plans of expansion
my angles the dankest
jammed with the ramp kids
painting the mansions smoothing the blocks
you strudels a pop
move it you lost
tough sounds dead row and duck down

you don’t see me now
you don’t see me now

rules of the youth touchdown
order and truth what now
kodine in my cup rough house
any beat that i touch run out
sick of these dated ways
smooth on the paper chase
never tire of grinding
the line in the fire i spray on tracks
talking in landless
freedom impeached
man of the land and the anguish he speaks
tv pot holes steep like Atlantis
free from the land with plans of expansion

you don’t see me now
you don’t see me now

grime, urban landscape, urban, England, attitude, rap, modern, atmospheric, male singer, driving, lively, rhythmic, catchy, hypnotic, relentless, electronic percussion, rhythm section, synthesizer, masculine, nocturnal, spoken male voice, steady, social drama, heavy, percussive, UK garage, mysterious, medium, street sports, alternate version

- You Don't See Me Now - 30sec
  [TBX037 - 14]
- 0
- 0'30
- Negative One
- Relaxed, atmospheric, determined. Propulsive electronic beats with suspenseful, eerie synths and [...]
- grime, urban landscape, urban, England, attitude [...]
Title : You Don't See Me Now - 30sec

Reference : TBX037 - 14

Composer(s): Negative One

LC : 50141

Album: UK Urban

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

talking in landless
freedom impeached
man of the land and the anguish he speaks
tv pot holes steep like Atlantis
free from the land with plans of expansion
my angles the dankest
jammed with the ramp kids
painting the mansions smoothing the blocks
you strudels a pop
move it you lost
tough sounds dead row and duck down

you don’t see me now
you don’t see me now

rules of the youth touchdown
order and truth what now
kodine in my cup rough house
any beat that i touch run out
sick of these dated ways
smooth on the paper chase
never tire of grinding
the line in the fire i spray on tracks
talking in landless
freedom impeached
man of the land and the anguish he speaks
tv pot holes steep like Atlantis
free from the land with plans of expansion

you don’t see me now
you don’t see me now

grime, urban landscape, urban, England, attitude, rap, modern, atmospheric, male singer, driving, lively, rhythmic, catchy, sung in English , hypnotic, relentless, electronic percussion, rhythm section, synthesizer, masculine, nocturnal, spoken male voice, steady, social drama, heavy, percussive, UK garage, mysterious, 30 s, medium, street sports, alternate version

- Chats about Levs
  [TBX037 - 4]
- 2
- 1'52
- Negative One
- Lyrics [...] Dramatic, energetic, confident. Hypnotic and tense synth melodies with suspenseful strings, [...]
- attitude, urban, England, heavy, rap [...]
Title : Chats about Levs

Reference : TBX037 - 4

Composer(s): Negative One

LC : 50141

Album: UK Urban

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

L-E-V-E-L-S
too many chat about levs stop that

I heard man wanna chat and chit
i come through like what’s good these wigs getting split
man better breeze and sprint
its long if i choose to bite down on these pricks
x is a lyrical four four and with this i make sure that its x that you wanna rally with
i’ll make a big man turn to a kid
shout house go when i salt out wigs
when you seen x’s with your eyes closed
don’t me pass girls behind your eye lids
bars and flows check out the mixture
tell them man can’t handle the fixture
its all fun and games until the person saying its all fun and games gets beat up and took out the picture
must be yacked if you think you can wig me
i’ll tell my man put down the liquor

L-E-V-E-L-S
too many chat about levs stop that

its who its x from we’re from e double s-e-x
don’t get lemon i’ll turn man liquid for acting fresh
get me know your place step steady
lyrics for lyrics i’m ready just test me
one in your melon hold that i’m cold
don’t act like say that you didn’t know women are link up
classic throw back
talk about my bro better watch that tongue
this my bro are you mad are you dumb?
rib shot rip snap hole in the lung
one shot what’s that hole in one?
clenched fist no i didn’t aint no gun
use my extent shots life on set
life on site lyrical four four on the mic

L-E-V-E-L-S
too many chat about levs stop that

attitude, urban, England, heavy, rap, sung in English , relentless, electronic percussion, modern, insidious, nocturnal, urban landscape, urgent, male singer, percussive, rhythm section, synthesizer, catchy, female singer, cold, grime, rhythmic, celebs, sequencing, pitched voice, medium, street sports, main version

- Chats about Levs - [...]
  [TBX037 - 17]
- 0
- 1'52
- Negative One
- Dramatic, energetic, confident. Instrumental underscore version. Hypnotic and tense synth melodies with [...]
- attitude, England, heavy, relentless, rap [...]
Title : Chats about Levs - Instrumental

Reference : TBX037 - 17

Composer(s): Negative One

LC : 50141

Album: UK Urban

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

L-E-V-E-L-S
too many chat about levs stop that

I heard man wanna chat and chit
i come through like what’s good these wigs getting split
man better breeze and sprint
its long if i choose to bite down on these pricks
x is a lyrical four four and with this i make sure that its x that you wanna rally with
i’ll make a big man turn to a kid
shout house go when i salt out wigs
when you seen x’s with your eyes closed
don’t me pass girls behind your eye lids
bars and flows check out the mixture
tell them man can’t handle the fixture
its all fun and games until the person saying its all fun and games gets beat up and took out the picture
must be yacked if you think you can wig me
i’ll tell my man put down the liquor

L-E-V-E-L-S
too many chat about levs stop that

its who its x from we’re from e double s-e-x
don’t get lemon i’ll turn man liquid for acting fresh
get me know your place step steady
lyrics for lyrics i’m ready just test me
one in your melon hold that i’m cold
don’t act like say that you didn’t know women are link up
classic throw back
talk about my bro better watch that tongue
this my bro are you mad are you dumb?
rib shot rip snap hole in the lung
one shot what’s that hole in one?
clenched fist no i didn’t aint no gun
use my extent shots life on set
life on site lyrical four four on the mic

L-E-V-E-L-S
too many chat about levs stop that

attitude, England, heavy, relentless, rap, urban, nocturnal, electronic percussion, modern, lively, hypnotic, masculine, urban landscape, urgent, male singer, percussive, rhythm section, synthesizer, catchy, female singer, cold, grime, disturbing, mysterious, rhythmic, driving, celebs, sequencing, powerful & imposing, pitched voice, fiery, medium, street sports, alternate version

- Chats about Levs - 30sec
  [TBX037 - 18]
- 0
- 0'30
- Negative One
- Dramatic, energetic, confident. Hypnotic and tense synth melodies with suspenseful strings, determined, [...]
- attitude, England, heavy, relentless, rap [...]
Title : Chats about Levs - 30sec

Reference : TBX037 - 18

Composer(s): Negative One

LC : 50141

Album: UK Urban

Publisher(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD

L-E-V-E-L-S
too many chat about levs stop that

I heard man wanna chat and chit
i come through like what’s good these wigs getting split
man better breeze and sprint
its long if i choose to bite down on these pricks
x is a lyrical four four and with this i make sure that its x that you wanna rally with
i’ll make a big man turn to a kid
shout house go when i salt out wigs
when you seen x’s with your eyes closed
don’t me pass girls behind your eye lids
bars and flows check out the mixture
tell them man can’t handle the fixture
its all fun and games until the person saying its all fun and games gets beat up and took out the picture
must be yacked if you think you can wig me
i’ll tell my man put down the liquor

L-E-V-E-L-S
too many chat about levs stop that

its who its x from we’re from e double s-e-x
don’t get lemon i’ll turn man liquid for acting fresh
get me know your place step steady
lyrics for lyrics i’m ready just test me
one in your melon hold that i’m cold
don’t act like say that you didn’t know women are link up
classic throw back
talk about my bro better watch that tongue
this my bro are you mad are you dumb?
rib shot rip snap hole in the lung
one shot what’s that hole in one?
clenched fist no i didn’t aint no gun
use my extent shots life on set
life on site lyrical four four on the mic

L-E-V-E-L-S
too many chat about levs stop that

attitude, England, heavy, relentless, rap, urban, sung in English , nocturnal, electronic percussion, modern, lively, hypnotic, masculine, urban landscape, urgent, male singer, percussive, rhythm section, synthesizer, catchy, female singer, cold, grime, disturbing, mysterious, rhythmic, driving, celebs, sequencing, powerful & imposing, pitched voice, 30 s, fiery, medium, street sports, alternate version