Lyrics:
right here in the studio with Modern Talking.
'98 remix, "You're my heart, you're my soul" and all of that,
baby, and much much more on your FM dial.
it live right here in the studio with Modern Talking.
'98 remix, "You're My Heart, You're My Soul" and all of that,
baby, and much much more on your
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the thought and for the theory clearly abstract
Four is for the reformation reclamation rap track
Modern mixed with classic
Mix it up mix it up
It's the fodder
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
draw your inspiration from
When you're creating your music?
MGK: You know, it's funny on my last
Album, I wrote the song "27
" and I was talking about
on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain
No one can hear though you're screaming so loud
You feel all alone in a faceless crowd
Isn't it strange how
and again and
One day Imma stop it I promise
Be the man that I should, yeah I'm tryna
In my heart and my soul Imma find it
But might fuck up again if I'm
Call up your best friend you're talking about me
Now everybody knows
That you and I we steal the show
My throwback teenage heart attack
I could've had
compressing my cravings
Okay, people been asking what have you done lately
I don't have much to show except for union with what made me
In these modern times, I
my dad used to say
Careful when you're trying to get that cake
One false move
And I'm bout to come up to replace you
Is there not a beating heart
In
a ghost now maybe
Shadows are wanting me dead
For you, for you
My body is aching, my heart's turning cold
I feel them clawing at my ancient soul
My mind is
and editing the sheets
No selling my soul to the elites, embezzling, maybe if the labels
Fuck around with me, I don't know, but what I do know is this
If you
The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy
Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa
Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone
ice around my neck[01:30.90]Yeah I like my shit chilled[01:32.17]I pour my heart and soul[01:33.56]My guts will spill[01:34.65]Haters all
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
to the modern Reformation
Mecca-lecca-Hi
Mecca-hiney-hiney-Ho
It's nothing magical
That His grace and election
Be like IBM compatible
My God be Him that's
And you got nowhere to go
That's when I found my bro's
And we bonded just like that
In fact, it was like magic
Now we out here dropping classics
Now we out
you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent my childhood in a wild hood
And all
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
the way that I touched her soul
And its evident, that I'm far from the best and shit
But i know that I'm killing it
And I'm up in my element, feeling like
now that mix is workiin'
I'mma start, I'm on my way(my one eyeball's smaller)
My ears got blessed by the(killing spree mode activated)
Heavenly
selling me
Taking full bags to the dome, I ain't never leaving home
Ain't felt love in so long, got my heart turning stone
But when in Rome
Indulgence is
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
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