Lyrics:
made
Then bring it to the radio and let it get played
There's no joke and only time to get fanatical
So listen up or pay attention to the Capital
I'm
Yeah, smooth in the groove
Yo, whassup, man, what's up?
What's goin' on man, what's happenin'?
Yo, whassup? This is the one, Rhythm X, X Calibur
need a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
Don't need a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One
I got two pale hands up against the window pane
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There's
I hope you know this song is just for you
Sometimes I just don’t know what to do
There are times you're here with us
Like radio waves crossing by
I
have to be signed by a production company or be in a group? And he said, No, Asian women don't make it in America. No one buys from Asian women. This is
time's moving fast
How can we make it last?
Make it (make it) last (last, so long)
As we keep on dancing
I am hypnotised
By the rhythm of your body
I got two pale hands up against the window pane
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There's
We slay
Put the Mix-Master on the fader
And the rhythm of the cuts are always up to data
Boy, it means nothin' if we're rockin' the place
Without
The movement's feeling, to circulate
And I don't know what it's doing
The radio's booming
The TV is screwing
There's nothing left to do
But get a big fat check
there's no other
Mix the love with her spice, cabbage and rice
Oh oh oh tell the family to come along
Oh oh oh cause nobody is eating alone
Oh oh oh we
to tighten my flow
Mind is aligned with my soul it's heavenly
I ain't gonna die by a blow from weaponry
The vibe I provide any enemy sees
That behind my eyes
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh
(Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh) there it is, baby pah
Flyin' in on a limb, slim trim, D I am
There I am (there I am) don't run from a grim
Sike We
got two pale hands up against the window pane
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There's
glow?
What ever happened to the song, the soul, the me, I used to know?
What ever happened to my radio?
What ever happened to my song?
It is my song.
mouths, disappear
Disintegrate, deteriorate, fall
I demonstrate, and devastate you all
There's no doubt about the fact I turn it out, the wack
Be
talking shit, aw bitch, that's old news
They say I rap to rhythm and blues
But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggas rappin' it too
He's like
the perfect beat (seeking for the perfect beat)
I must get mine (I'm out to get it)
I must get mine (I'm out to get it)
Now in this world of music, there
The Sugarhill Gang and we're the best
Showdown so this is it
Showdown showdown
Hey hey to the rhythm of the
Party people, just gather around
'Cause The Five's
yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Peter Piper picked peppers
But Tab rocked rhymes-a
1, 2, 3, 4, several times-a
Heavy rotation played by every kind-a
Radio stations blastin' every
and DJ tricks
A lot of different DJ's was on the mix
It is a proven fact, music is a universal language
From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano
brain section.
Joy for the frowning to keep'em from downing, drowning
Feeling protection of angelic surrounding.
The feeling getting marked by god is so
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