Lyrics:
kid
'Cause I'm still alive in this bitch
You know the flip checks
And give em the rhythm with quickness, yeah
Whatever it is, I get it done
Flipping
Let's turn it up loud, mix it up strong
Lean it back slow, get your feel good on
Cut 'em off short, roll it up tight
Let it unwind tonight
Drop
back, fog it on up
Singin' whoaohh, whoaohh
Radio spillin' from a single cab
She looks so good with her silver tabs
Hangin' on a branch by the river
throwdown
We're funkward bound
Hey, the Sugarhill gang is in your town
Now, baby doll and all you daddy-o's
Scream it out and say yoooo, hit it!
Shake
throwdown
We're funkward bound
Hey, the Sugarhill gang is in your town
Now, baby doll and all you daddy-o's
Scream it out and say yoooo, hit it!
Shake
its accomodations
of mind, crashes in
rhythm of sand
thought
Big frigging shoulders
on that sonofabitch
Parle, O, parle, mer, parle,
Sea speak
Sifting through my CD shelf
For songs all sung by someone else
I'll mix them up so you can see
How much you really mean to me
I'll play it on the radio
your friends
I'm here with this dilemma
Mesh 3arfa aspot
Shakli hakot
Wakteb le geel a letter
Ayooha al azdeka2
Who been caught in a mix
Clouded by this
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
I take my muthafuckin poison mix it with the flow
I inject it to the piano and the rhythm makes it glow
Take the venom out the brain and I put it
to the beat around
My name is "Sam the Jam", let me take you by the hand
With every step, let's touch the beat
With the streets alive, the rhythm takes your
to gain a smile
Listen while you hear it
There's no pink in my slip
I reckon that the rhythm and the blues in the rap got me red
While the boys from
the body bags
Cause there is their resting place and they're going to be rotten trash
But for now garbage will deal with waste management
Dirty job, who's
Aye pass that over here
Who that new nigga over there
You know that boi
What dat boi go by
I think his name was
Ghost in The Mix yeah
Yeah, that's
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
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
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
you've lost your mind
At times the things we stand for
They just don't mix, there is no fix
But there's a silver lining:
In our discomfort, we can grow
So
[Eggs]
I, I think it's by Sasha Universe or somethin'?
[Xain]
Oh mate, you got any Jakarta?
[Billy]
Oh mate, do you know Synth and Strings?
[Adam]
A dark light in the night sky
Black and blue and white
In daylight
Experiencing her soul
Doors like Aventador
Does this rhythm ride or is it just
and there is no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to UNDERSTAND that we're not really worried about ANYTHING. Am I
been crazy
I know there's people I'm missing
Out but it's always love mr olatunji
I ain't even gonna call him by
His name that he knows
But everyone
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
Dogs of the world unite
It's Public Enemy
Goddamn I state with my fist uplifted
In a state where our freedom is severely twisted and
Abused, I'm
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