Lyrics:
David Guetta. Mische im Becher belächelter Rapper aber bring euch auf die Palme so wie Kokosnuss Pflücker
Für ein Paper ohne Ecken gibt es kein
like lumberjack
Eff your verse I'll pen it better
All in-house like David Guetta
Why they get salty when a man pepper
I'm bringing terror till like
makin’ that cheddar
Yes I make it by the block I’m just dat’ David Guetta
Teller flow wit ya bezel You know I’m spittin’ em levels
Gotta delivery O-op-open
experimenting, plug into some David Guetta
Forget about the metaphors and all that fancy whatever
I mean your style by any measure is a fatal endeavor
Whether
in it
Look you in the eyes
Tell you we should take a ride in it
Lookin' back at me like
You can take a dive in it
Tight grippin', lip bitten
David
like a butterfly or get stung by a b for Beretta
Bust down, make people move like David Guetta
Move
Loaded up enough metal jackets to fill a department
Might make a track with David Guetta
Hitting it deep like a damn placenta
Lot of you rappers don't want no action
Lot of you rappers don't got no passion
This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
? of Islam, keeps me calm
From doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam
Through CD-ROM
This disk is for use
With the TurboGrafx-16 CD-ROM system only
This disk contains computer data
And is not for audio use
Please press stop on your
to heaven this viewpoint
Has led some fans to unofficially
Name the track "Ascension"
"13" was an experiment by producer David
Richards with an Ensoniq
shitty diss tracks back like some bad beef
I don't want it, I don't like that shit
I don't fuck wit ya weak records, you don't write that shit
You wanna
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
dope cocks can't cope and stricken chickens all molt
Like him, he's gone
Tried to spin a CD-ROM
Ended up stuck dead in the world wide web of Shelob
But
j'fais le compte j'suis en train d'traverser des rounds
Si non c'est version final aucune Demo sur CD-ROM
Dans les pommes, comme, Makintoch
Hacker d'ordi,
all natural homeopathic
With these flames I'm like David Blaine homie it's magic
I saw you in half with a paragraph written
By a beast off his leash out
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
feeling blanker than a CD ROM
And all I ever wanted was for
Them to see these rhymes
They telling me be patient
I ain't got the time
Cause I'm seeing trash
a laughing track this life is a sitcom, and it's out of date like the CD-Rom
I think it's time we all upgrade take off the masquerade and show our smiling face
one
In this heavenly song
Rays that you gaze at
Might make you play us back
CD rom dust tracks
We got to bust that
Best part batch
Unless we started
that Hunchback of Notre Dame
Couple years back, white Christmas frosted window panes
Snowed in, tapped in to CD-ROM Windows games
If you ain't fuckin
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