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Walk into the Sun

Organized Konfusion

Stop and Listen, Vol. 2

1997

Beep! Beep!

[Pharoahe Monch]
See the black boy over there runnin scared
His old man runs numbers summers
Come in and he'll feel dumb if his son
doesn't

to find the reason
I keeping receiving this treatment
Of treason
That form my heart
Into the coldest season
I'm tired of seething and silence
Boy you gon'

Up and coming I just got a dollar and a dream
I ain't scared to grind I'm finna eat by any means 
Before they strip my life away, I'm finna make it

And this shit is ironic that the outcome and
Look the album is this summer sixteen

All my young boys is shooting
They with the shootouts
One Umbrella crew

Walking in the sky
Eagle passing by
Warm summer nights
Making a design

Feeling super fine
Alive and divine
Living to delight
I like a slice of life

the juice, in the booth
Spent the summer in the dunes
Now the album comin' soon
I'm fulfilled, y'all should chill
I'm the one to keep it real
Make a mil, sign

or ours
It is always cool
You're a fool
If you don't play by the rules
Yer gonna be seeing stars
If you drain our swimming pool
Ay, get out my ship
All

a project to actually flop
But no
This not how this shit go
I been working and working
From summer to cold
From new to old
They love when the boy touch road

Omitted for Clarity

Karnivool

Themata

2005

on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was

by all the beginning 
It was round the summer time when all this happened
By the Ida's B's walking pass I ran into Eze Jackson 
We started rapping

resurrect through the night
Came alright in a flight
You jokers are flying with me
You landed right on my kite
You jokers are sippin' sprite
Man throw that

Its all hip-hop you don't gotta count it
Follow my lead past the velvet rope
Standing on tables, Rosé in a choke
Hot summer nights blowing through

Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
ATM shit
Ay I had a dream like Madiba (Yeah)
Said I had a dream like Madiba (Yeah)
Yes I did ATM boy (Yeah)

I had a dream like

Fucked up vegas for 3 years man i be out too much
Spent 4 summers in Miami cant get back im stuck
Promenade inside LA or we gon mob the Grove

or kick back by the beach
I'm in a race for your loving and i ain't stopping for nothing
This ain't lust, you got the boy straight up crushing
Got my eyes

the streets
We all got anger issues, trying to make a bitch bleed
Half a year later, nigga summer sixteen
Niggas wake up eight a.m. and we hit the beach

We

forever
I'll get high by the beach with him sometime

One day you'll play guitar
It will wrap its wings round my body like you did when we first kissed

put their hearts out
To whatever the fuck they do, day in, day out 
You gotta keep going
Don't stop
This is my, motherfucking album
Take a listen

My

I'm gettin' on
I'm in the motherfucking game like Capcom
Fuck around then come get capped on by
A white boy from the sticks y'all

I'm just ridin'

don't need to sit around and listen to the same stories
I don't need your industry boys to open doors for me
Just play a beat and hit record for me
I'm

Tripper
Take a night swim with a hot skinny dipper
Beautiful lips that outline her bikini
Topic is lust lips sipping a martini
Let's start this off by

are over
Them days are over my life is one big loss
Talkin' all day night and longer
She got a boyfriend the end of the summer
Who, who that
Big boy

Ay yeah woah look
Its your boy Deige hold up yeah
Woah look workin hard for that peso
But I never needed a green card
Valet in my section but
I put

7-11

Ramones

Pleasant Dreams

1981

Bop-shoo-wop shoo-wop shoo-wop
Bop-shoo-wop shoo-wop shoo-wop

What ever happened to the radio
And where did all the fun songs go
Summer fun, with the Beach