Lyrics:
freak out
Le freak, c'est Chic
Freak out
Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun to be had by
of fire, evil that lives within
What have I become?
Liquid poison core, of this new, generation
Hypnotized, by technology
Life system is disconnected
I
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
Read war and peace when learning how to war with the police
And fuck the other streets, rhythm fire heat to the drumbeats
And fighting back turns
(Alive, yeah, for real)
Got us new plans
Need to get stacks
They won't use us again
Hadn't much distrust, that's a lack
And we counted on you
Then you were
its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat
'em dangle when I fuck
5th Ave shopping
Mami double parked her truck (yeah, yeah)
She fly like fairy
She put dust inside her cup
Real bareback soldier
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
you feel no pain inside your brain
All your worries are soothed by the sound effects
Read it in the Post and the Daily News
Listen everybody lets
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Wondering around
Daisy dust
Lay up upon
My own head up above
Elephant a ride
98 degrees
We're on the side
Walking on the walls
I'm falling forever
rough man
Life has been so rough man
Year by year it's fucked man
Always looking down
So I'm just a new mane in this new town
I'm going to get a new whip
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
the person that’s real when you’re bruised
I think you’re amazing, and I want the days when you’re happy
And wanna tell someone the news
I want when you’re
still beat. Legions of dust Half my age cre tenants to my fingertips. Bewitched by worn pictures, pressing them against damp lips. Old feelings-dug up,
me the way, someone please stay
It might be a different shape
or a new way
Wave down!
By now
I can create more indipendent thoughts and I walk with
a swirling whirlpool
Of stars
Quasars
Black holes
Nebulous
Cosmic dust
Planets and moons
Observe the rhythm of this moving galaxy
Without interference
As you
claw
Right into magic tada
Racing by you nos-nos
Eat my dust
The saw dust from this sawed off
It's about damn time he popped off
Serotonin helps regulate
live to spite we
We done hear the news (yeah, bullet)
So we like fuck you too nigga (fuck)
We ain't gotta pretend (2 chainz)
We don’t fuck with you
mind
...evermore
Paragon of beauty,
Oh, spark of Creation;
We march to the rhythm of the Night
Nightfall by the shore of time,
a tidal wave of fire
reply
Only for the real like B-Sides,
Two-door vroom by the Sea side
Speak for the crib like each time
Three to the head like East time
Saw me a Benz
the passion is lined
Inside of us all
For family I'm glad that we all have this trust
Dust to dust
It can be really rough
But you are a soldier I know that your
back, I gots to get 'em
Back and forth in these streets, that's the rhythm
Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I seen him
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