Lyrics ... Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Heavy, stubborn & urban. Synth, ...Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Heavy, stubborn & urban. Synth, male rapper & rhythm.
From Dali I'm used to life here 来自大理福尼亚 I'm used to life here 下关的风很大 I'm used to life here 海边的 grils 很辣I'm used to life here 大自然里做 SPAI'm used to life here my Rap in your ear I'm used to life hereif you like we dunk a beer 新的兄弟我很欣慰 不努力就没有机会 偶尔会去逛逛庙会 时间不要浪费排队 喝过了梅子酒红牛的勾兑 也去过了大理的周围 不知道哪里的夜晚又喝醉 dm 加野哥来看看风水 大理正在发展 I'm used to life here 下关的风很大 I'm used to life here 海边的 grils 很辣I'm used to life here 大自然里做 SPAI'm used to life heremy Rap in your earI'm used to life hereif you like we dunk a beer xiaguan is very windy Girls on the beach are so sexyI'm used to life hereSpa in the open air在这里能闲到星期八 到大理一年多没回家哎 很少在打电话就要快人间蒸发 每天去录音室工作到十二点半 都不瞌睡 不会早退 夜晚里樱花的香味 公路不宽广 生活中将会 热闹的市中心开始堵车 学会把 mv 发在谷歌 赚钱很艰难也多亏 fake 喜怒和哀乐也全部记得
I'm very pleased with the new brotherIf you don't work hard, you won't have any chanceOccasionally go to the temple fairDon't waste time in queuing After drinking a blend of plum wine and Red BullI've also been around DaliI don’t know where I got drunk again at night, DM Jiaye came to see Feng Shui Dali is developing I can stay here until the 8e day of the weekI haven’t been home in Dali for more than one year.Few phone calls, it will quickly disappearI go to the recording studio every day to work until 12:30 and even not asleepNever leave earlyThe scent of cherry blossoms at night The road is so narrowIn life, the bustling city center will start traffic jamLearn to post mv on Google, making money is very difficult, thanks to fake, I also remember all the joy, anger and sadness
Lyrics ... Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Dark, catchy & obstinate. Male ...Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Dark, catchy & obstinate. Male rapper with auto-tune, synth & rhythm.
Catch em all
Catch em all , all these money is pokemon Catch em all , all these money is pokemon I got whatcha needI got, I got what you need, NEED I got what you need I got whatcha need I made a drama wutcha baby mamaTo kill yourself I will send you my lamamy Nina straight outta Carolina you that in in my friends one she need to cut, lady luck you sprite so clean my muddy in the dirty cup, Yuke28 savage, certified savage still in jungle, f*** all your savages bump my s***, baby convertible black box chevy mansion on the hill shower witta papper billStill flippin hardROCKS flippin the birdsRAP flippin the wordsROCKS flippin the birdsRAP flippin the words, (Words)Yeah, Yeah came from rags to richesYeah, Yeah came from s*** to the bad bi***** Start from scratch get some of that snatch Lets make a jugs, move out the plug Smokin the bud, sipin and sippin the mud Poppin s***, vibin on itKeepin it real, making a hitG'z, trees, Fiends movin like a flocka eat it like a pill, yeahBiz, Bills spit it like a lavakill it, taht's the deal, yeahWe just balin, thoughyou just crawlin ohWe won't fallin though,i said we won't ...
Catch em all , all these money is pokemon Catch em all , all these money is pokemon I got whatcha needI got, I got whatcha need, NEED I got whatcha need
I got whatcha need
从没有钱变到富有从没人听变到主流给 hater 标新的户口还要吃剩下的骨头回到街头一路从 old school 走到 nue shit 从厂牌变成团队这一切也不让说唱熄灭 From no money to richFrom no name to famous But still we have to eat the leftover bonesGo back to the street, from old school to nue shitFrom label to team we try to keep the fire of rap
please please please 打开了新的大门 杜蕾斯杜蕾斯杜蕾斯 让我又成为战神
please please pleaseOpen a new door Durex durex durex Make me a god of war again 把烦恼全部都丢掉 用 money 买来的手表 没必要勾心又斗角 把仇恨都一笔勾销Throw away all your worriesBuy a new watch with the moneyNo need to intrigue and to fightWipe out all the hatred 在大理宣传了 pc 和 love 肚子饿就来块士力架 做自己也喜欢做地下 帮一把单一的井底之蛙东路北路 西路 条条 大陆 通罗马 不会 重复 功夫 不会 再此 装聋作哑 没有钱，我需要很多钞票 不要脸，我一直都保持高调 看心情，别他妈太多唠叨 遇见你，才让我 T***
Take a snickers when you’re hungryBe myself, I still love the underground production.Help a frog in the bottom of the well, All roads lead to Rome I won’t repeat the effortI won’t pretend to be deaf and dumb againI have no money, I need a lot of moneyShameless, I always keep a high profile and look at my mood,Don’t be talketive if I see you in Dali …
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm, sung in ...Explicit language. Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm, sung in Spanish & with a spanglish flow. Latin percussions, flûte & scratch & synth.
Negrita ve.No me esperes en la casa, que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve
Make me introduce pan the beat, You don now how ́s this, Pana black from the hill,San Andres mc, We got all the caleñas crazy, And the paisas wetting, Bogotanas giving away them pussy,
We no diling with non batty man her, Yous bring the whiskey, Make we drying the hold day, And we light up the roof with faller,
Hans up hilla, More more falla.
Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum...
Fake boobs,Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs Fake blond, Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Four o'clock in the morning, Everyone going, Me and my nagger,
Still want some funny ́s, Some une en la pista se, Vamo a seguirla,
My nagger se donde,Straight to my crib now... Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum... Hasta q salga el sol no me muevo,Por q la quiero seguir pasando bueno (bis)
Fake boobs, Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs, Fake blonds,Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. (bis)Lising up
Negrita ve, No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis) Ah ah ah bitches and rum... Aa a ah bitches and rum... That what you like... Ah ah ah... Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm, sung in ...Explicit language. Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm, sung in Spanish & with a spanglish flow. Latin percussions, flûte & scratch & synth.
Negrita ve.No me esperes en la casa, que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve
Make me introduce pan the beat, You don now how ́s this, Pana black from the hill,San Andres mc, We got all the caleñas crazy, And the paisas wetting, Bogotanas giving away them pussy,
We no diling with non batty man her, Yous bring the whiskey, Make we drying the hold day, And we light up the roof with faller,
Hans up hilla, More more falla.
Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum...
Fake boobs,Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs Fake blond, Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Four o'clock in the morning, Everyone going, Me and my nagger,
Still want some funny ́s, Some une en la pista se, Vamo a seguirla,
My nagger se donde,Straight to my crib now... Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum... Hasta q salga el sol no me muevo,Por q la quiero seguir pasando bueno (bis)
Fake boobs, Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs, Fake blonds,Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. (bis)Lising up
Negrita ve, No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis) Ah ah ah bitches and rum... Aa a ah bitches and rum... That what you like... Ah ah ah... Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm. Latin percussions, flute & ...Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm. Latin percussions, flute & scratch & synth.
Am in too far or in too deep Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleepNo doubt we cuttin close its the life I choseAll this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachinEverybody got a plan- few can put it all in motion ain't no magic potion - for us to get the paper Didnt listen back in school now I'm sittin on a caper 8Gotta be a money maker- American societyPreaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryinWhen the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12In a panic people scatter- I'm focused the goal-If somebody use a weapon then we'll never see parole Shit is Hotter than a stove - ya mama set to broil Son We do it all together to my team Im stayin loyal
Igot my the wheel in my left hand what?I got the steel in. My right hand what?I got my eyes on the door time to settle the scorewhen dey make out the building put my foot to the floor I'm ready I'm readyAnd I gotta keep this thing on steady Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweatyAin't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first moveV8 hummin I'm in first u should know dudeChecking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long timePromised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8Calm down- lemme take a deep breath Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most defGoing to pen - so I gotta win Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12Listen in -to the cops on the cbHat low black tint can't see meWaitin on a move now its time to step Yo I think I see the blues now its time to dip 16 Igot my the wheel in my left hand what?I got the steel in. My right hand what?I got my eyes on the door time to settle the scorewhen dey make out the building put my foot to the floor I'm ready I'm readyAnd I gotta keep this thing on steady Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweatyAin't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady
Lyrics ... Hip hop. Epic & urban. Synth & rhythm. Fx car.
Am in too far or in too deep Up all nite for 2 weeks and still can't sleepNo doubt we cuttin close its the life I choseAll this for countin paper can't thumb my nose 4In the game I'm a player -and soldiers do the coachinEverybody got a plan- few can put it all in motion ain't no magic potion - for us to get the paper Didnt listen back in school now I'm sittin on a caper 8Gotta be a money maker- American societyPreaching bout that piety - issues wit sobriety Tissues for the missus of enlisted veterans cryinWhen the dyin suits ell chatter but the money's all that matters 12In a panic people scatter- I'm focused the goal-If somebody use a weapon then we'll never see parole Shit is Hotter than a stove - ya mama set to broil Son We do it all together to my team Im stayin loyal
Igot my the wheel in my left hand what?I got the steel in. My right hand what?I got my eyes on the door time to settle the scorewhen dey make out the building put my foot to the floor I'm ready I'm readyAnd I gotta keep this thing on steady Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweatyAin't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady Cased out the joint now I'm waitin on the first moveV8 hummin I'm in first u should know dudeChecking out my rear view lookin for a crown Vic Hard to to get a bead on the beast cuz the streets thick 4Staring at the clock cuz I know it's been a long timePromised dey was gettin in and out call it quik crime Rollin out - cant do it till they in the ride5 minutes they inside seemin like its 45 8Calm down- lemme take a deep breath Cuz if I lose my cool here den we most defGoing to pen - so I gotta win Hit a lick and then we never doin this again 12Listen in -to the cops on the cbHat low black tint can't see meWaitin on a move now its time to step Yo I think I see the blues now its time to dip 16 Igot my the wheel in my left hand what?I got the steel in. My right hand what?I got my eyes on the door time to settle the scorewhen dey make out the building put my foot to the floor I'm ready I'm readyAnd I gotta keep this thing on steady Gotta keep a grip cuz my palms all sweatyAin't no doubt about it cuz u know I stay ready- steady
The arrows and the squares are not even shapes to meI leave this world forgivingThe fate for which i cared Let's all make a fire and talk about those spheres
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Urban & festive. Reggaeton/bachaton. Male vocals ...Explicit language. Urban & festive. Reggaeton/bachaton. Male vocals sung in Spanish, synth, guitar, brass section, drums, latin percussion.
Porque hoy es noche de rumba vamo a bailar sin parar traigan la otra botellaque nos vamos a vacilarquiero emborrachar las penas y la tristeza olvidar porque la noche es largay yo la quiero gozarEs que la noche va pa arriba se siente la vibra la gente quiere rumba y el ambiente motiva Everybody is ready for thisthe gansta, the bae, the tuff dogs, the chic’s...bueno nos vamo, estamos ready pa la disco donde te voa cael a moldiscosé que tú quieres y no me resisto we drinking majuana with vino tinto...everybody al desorden vamos hacer que se forme put your hands upvamo a brincanoche de rumba no se va a acabar
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the ...Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. BPM 87.
CHECK 1-2 Lyrics by Mattic Beat by Mr.Gib
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady
(2nd Verse) I never seen nobody like you Your the one that I choose from your, head to your toes from your cap to your shoes, I figure…
With a woman like this I can't lose Two's for most men set with rules. The do's and don't Have not's I been shot, by a angel with a cannon how'd the phantom get caught?
Like handcuffs on the waist of a cop I'm i arrested? Cause good women are hard to find lucky me has invested like money in Wahcovia Love Being all over ya.
You can't tell is the mission failed? Pitching pennies to the bottom of wells till I excel Let's get up on a cruise boat floating without a sail. So that me and you can gel in heaven and hell swell.
You hit it on the nail and your body got cherry smell. She loving my clientele Queen we rock well and straighten up the frame like muscles on Mele Mel.
I'm not a MC who talking all that junk about who can beat who sound like ah punk I just get down and I go for mines and say check one two and walk down the line It's so much baby yea give it sometime and say check one two and walk the thin line My lady loving me true to mankind and say check one two, she more then a dime say what? She more then a dime Say what? She more then a dime
(Chorus) Check one two And walk down the line (Repeat) Check one two There is a thin line (Repeat)
I been in my car driving miles ad miles Thinking bout your eyes and the way your face smiles
Yo I been in my house walking room to room night to afternoon and this is what i consume Your sweet perfume, sit under a full moon, Feeling beams catching photograph views of every seen. A dream, it seems that's what i walked into Self denial is destructive when alone with you.
Seize every opportunity, I check one two I don't worry about no dudes really fucking with you. If I was working at the club you would not pay, but we to old for that i got something to say. I take it back like Dilla, my whole being is cool So look at me and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady Come here baby
Lyrics ... Latin hip hop sung in spanglish. Urban & minimalistic. Rappers & ...Latin hip hop sung in spanglish. Urban & minimalistic. Rappers & electronic percussion.
Son mas no logran intimidarme Andamos con mis niggas no importa cuantos arme Gyal
SAI Cool Kids on this, Homie estos beats por mi los parten ah Dos blunts, mi flow on
Irie King siempre flex ya vamos pro Sabes que no tengo estrés pero tu no Paras de tirar llamada al cel no respondo
Por los culos que van culos que vienen Tengo mi swag gyal pero tu también lo tienes Tengo mi track que hace que el ambiente pleno suene Tengo mi lea pero no creas que eso me detiene, no One Thing we no fear Ye he estado en el estudio mientras otros se esmeran Quieren subir pero por aquí no llegan, les falta mucho estilo Esto es la nueva escuela
High class purple kush ,tomamos great goose Siempre fresh con mi look, llamalo pro tools Jordan en estudio como en los Bulls
No me importa lo que pienses tuRaperos dejo extintos como quedo el mamud Yo se que abuso de mi actitudMate a mucho de ellos deje intacta su salud
One thing mi no fear aWe no fear a , we no fear a
Non man we the chat up manLike dem a human , and dem now se da we them scare of One thing mi no fear aWe no fear a , we no fear aAll wen them a lab up them tongAnd a chat up chat up chat upLike them a perraCast all wen me se them a comThem a plan up fi my thing dem go downBut me tell you se dat time not come cost
Man blessup and any time you coming and a plan upPussy Me hear we be behind me back the you a chat upMan like me you cud never stop up cast my my a me owner don And me tell you se my owner of my things them yee
Pussyclat hear meTo non man my no barrow non blings them never No , noMe tell you se me ride on my things themAnd me coming inna the blodclatSclas and left yeyo to kill dem
Lyrics ... Hip-hop. Male vocal. Detroit style. BPM 98.
Everybody Wants
Lyrics by Mattic Madwreck, F.P. & Beat by Oogo
(chorus) La la la Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala La la la la
(Mattic's Part)
I want her in the worst way but first let me talk about her Describe the madam, cause it hit me like what's happen Walking in Le Havre She's the one I Got to have Juggling with my words Hoping that my poking cause a stabbing
Her frame, jabbing to my face open the case and see the best imprint of star elegance Relax, let me tell you something bout yourself Pass over like a passport the password is wealth.
Rich a man would be if he seen you on the regular Up inside his head, got my thoughts perpendicular Endless to your beauty cause the eyes will never lie That's a quote from the Wreckester Your shine can't hide.
(chorus)
Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song
La la la That's what I want Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala That's what I want La la la la Get nasty with it
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Laid back Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 88.
At The Wine Shop
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
At the wine shop, on the post up Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt. I say that, but it don't make me crazy It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby
Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so You just want to back it up until my tip explode Whoa !!!! I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.
Lately now ah days women cause trouble Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble Put you on a take off without a shuttle So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.
How many times you been fucked over ? A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker. Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker, after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.
I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop. They say I'm better then a under counter medicine pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.
This one had voice that was raspy smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me. Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth, winked her eye and said it's all on the house Her blouse !!!!
Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles. Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline. She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.
Hit the splif and then she passed it me. Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed. Leaned over said come and get You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.
I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum. She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath Were you off to this time of morning ? You do the math…
Lyrics ... Panoramic & sentimental. Synth, keyboard, male singer, electric ...Panoramic & sentimental. Synth, keyboard, male singer, electric guitar & rhythm. Fx pitched voices.
Digging in the past You'll find the spark that set the fire now And how I fell for you When all will be burned Letting some ashes on our minds Remember how big was this spark To keep this smoke alive
Lyrics ... Hip-hop. Wonky music. Video games fx. Male vocal. BPM 92.
GHOST MUSIC Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P Beat by Chomsky
(Chorus) Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music
Hey it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music
The like… Ah hell now did I miss it? before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated. I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.
Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule My medulla's like pole vaulter's A high choose Your best tracks, friend can help. In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.
And the crowd the only clap cause they don't want no playback. A universal word describes you as whack. While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger. The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.
Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal. Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will. Death Certificate host, America's most.
Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage. The stage or the living room I abuse it Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands Energy my man let me help you understand
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha They think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha they think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you When they watch ya
Music pause people (repeat) Music make's think (repeat) Music make'em think Man you got make them think!!
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Old School Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 91.
False Kats
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
(chorus) False Kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see The maker of the music playing on your cd The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.
Calling out my name with that false in they game bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way. It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.
Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays We man about this shit why you acting all gay ? Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay. You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.
What moves are you really making ? None at all false kats making music and it sounds appal. So fuck y'all
I could talking bout you man. Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and, we slap five, but top gate you not my man's Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand. It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…
You big sissy, in this game you have no history So fall ….. Back ! All I see is false kats B All I see is false kats B All I see is those false kats standing in my face.
(chorus) You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
False kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Pure Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 94.
Last Days
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
(chorus) We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times. Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline. If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ? No ! I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.
Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines Well I'll be Damned If you want to know how life is check out the music. It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.
Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch. Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash Here today and then they gone fast. All you hear is nigga's run up in your home. Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.
Steel up in your face like man give it up, but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up. I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.
From hurricanes to strong winds and rain To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain. Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.
Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look. Bless my soul, I attend rock shows. Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help. Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk. Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk. Gas price sky high I wonder why ? Is it my turn or your turn to die.
Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze God witness cause I see all the last days I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga (repeat)
Lyrics ... Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Disturbing, urban and catchy. ...Contemporary Chinese rap / hip hop. Disturbing, urban and catchy. Synth, male rapper & rhythm.
Why
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Why so many why, Spiritual emptiness is being tortured againYou know that our beipai will let you understandThe answer may be understoodKeyword man as well, the wants to understandUnderstand the Principe of being a human being and preach morality in the circleDo your own original creation without plagiarismUsing strength and technology to attract the audience flow’s tricksWater and fire and not compatible, use rap to inciteLike a myth Im surprises when I say thisDont go on a business trip, the work also includes evaluationWhy are there so many ? Why is the spiritual emptiness being tortured again You know that baipai, Anyway, the body will be tight with glory Solve all the weak problems that you can not understandNot a dream, no change, messy, can’t be profond Why are there so many why Why is the spiritual emptiness being tortured again ?
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female ...Explicit language. Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female voice. BPM 92
THE LIGHT Lyrics by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.
Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song) Oogo Oogo Fantastic Chomsky
I be on the planet I be rocking that shit I be on the planet I be making them hits
MR. FANTASTIC
III beats from the words I speak It's the light from the uh…uh uh
Banka Wax Tailor Mr Gib Mr Fantastic
I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats We be on the planet we be making that heat We be on the planet and the style is unique
Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek On your territory I'm ah take ah leak let it all out Top high like Mt. Everest to the peak for you mountain climbers we be on the planet
Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek That is the style from beneath Underground, Underground from the PLANET
