Lyrics:
a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock a little
I hit a nod
Pharmaceutical wordsmith, even when I'm moving real odd
Raw tip stuck to my finger, like Ann did with Kong
Remix it by the liter,
I am vibing, snort a lot of Vyvanse
Take a little acid so the colors fucking vibrant
Took a lot of drugs and it's so fun yeah you should try it
I'm
Sure, I'll cut down a little green
I recycle by getting green
Got Psytube rhymes, dude
You can't compare us
Wanna talk mistakes? How about
That yee-yee
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
rock n roll
Nothing else can get you out of this hole
Bob Dylan scowls
Robert Plant howls
Otis Redding emotes
Aretha Franklin somehow finds the note
“Frequencies of Life” lyrics - written and performed by Tyrone (2 Dub Official) Mosby
Life Frequencies
Alright, smooth it out
You know, one thing
(Just a little bit)
Like that (just a little bit)
Zhané (just a little bit)
De La (just a little bit, c'mon) (don't front)
I'll never give you up
(Just a little bit)
Like that (just a little bit)
Zhané (just a little bit)
De La (just a little bit, c'mon) (don't front)
I'll never give you up
a line that isn't true an' you pass them by
But it doesn't mean a thing
'Cause Grand Puba got that game
So won'tcha let me try?
Now just because I
[Chorus: DMC + (Kid Rock)]
I'm tryin to find my place in the sun
Never lived by the gun I never ran from one
I'm tryin to find my place in the sun
Never
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
at an art cafe
I saw the repo man and made my getaway
Doing the Eagle Rock
Heading for the hills
Oh try to let my engines cool
And it is not my fault
said, "what we doin'?," I said to I'm, let's chop
So now the people finally get three of the best locked
Never be another choppers comin' so let's rock
Greedy little people in a
Sea of distress
Keep your more to
Receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say
Hell yes
I'm
tomorrow like I feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow just like I feel today
Gonna pack my bag and make my getaway
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
This story I'm about to tell
They'd tell it better than me
But Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
So
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Flat-Top Ó 1990 Lyrics: Russ Zimmer / Ian Cannon
Composer: Russ Zimmer
Performed by: 55 Alive
Verse 1:
Out
new wave rap
He's a little punk rock
Besides all thanks to you
They both simmered
Ina good stock
We'll raise these stakes
And sweeten the pot
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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