Lyrics:
davvero che
Non posso piu viver cosi
Per me tu sei sempre
Il primo amore
Dove sei io sempre qui
Innamorata ancora si
Cantare per non morire
Illudermi per
It must be real just
Say the word and
I'ma give you what you want
Time is waiting
We only got 4 minutes to save the world
No hesitating
Grab a boy,
in balance
Constant composition and
Eighty scribbles per minute
Let us flow into words that
Transfer every character that
Circulating function
of spitting; it's wicked and it's decadent
Revolutions per minutes every time the record spin
Retribution for cynics like a stick-up kid with weapons
In
of spitting, it's wicked and it's decadent
Revolutions per minutes, every time the record spin
Retribution for cynics, like a stick-up kid with weapons
In
Passing the limit of speed, rhymes per minute
Cerebral engine is infinite
Class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance
The pressure on pedals
3:^^^^^^^^ not an italian word...
3:song of Sudan
1:una tanza trishi del vento
2:una danza triste del vento
3:a sad dance of the wind
4:una danzatrice del
the scrip in a bag like a bean bag
I'ma go flip it, I just need a minute, I hop on the beat like I already been
Do not disturb, I be locked in the Word, I be
appearances and niggas might miss (wait just a minute)
Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence (listen)
What you heard as a pro, I'm so amazing
nigga instinct
Sadistic and twisted
The way we flip this and twist it
The beats per minute
Down to the single digits
all of you are welcome to approach
Need a lyrical coach?
Cause at most
You got like two words per sentence
The rest is mumbled offenses
Better attend
chaos on his path
The only vital signs I had was beats per minute of my raps
I'm not perfect
In not special
Giving everything I have
But this is not my
This is a sculpture
Not these words per se
But the physical impact of their sound on the natural world
This composition consists of the physical
I don’t see you
Then you come to school crying
Slurring you’re words
And thoughts
Sleep deprived
Say you opened your third eye
Sitting in the dark
lie, lies
Yeah, heartbeat
One hundred bpm, second lies
Make my pulse higher
Now two hundred beats per, per minute
Show me nirvana, we ain’t going
Two thousand, three hundred and eighty feet per second,
Specified rate of fire; six hundred rounds per minute.
(Six hundred rounds per minute
[Intro: P.C.]
Don't take it per-son-al.. it's only mu-sic
Holla at me.. yo! Yo!
Ice Water! Yo.. yo.
[P.C.]
Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in
take me with it
Like a train on steel ribbons
Well, what about precision
Revolutions per minute
With these feelings on exhibit
What's in it
per minute, you hear
Just know my soul, my flow like Johnny Cochran
The game must acquit this year
You got them crystals, oh yeah
But when I call you
per minute, you hear
Just know my soul, my flow like Johnny Cochran
The game must acquit this year
You got them crystals, oh yeah
But when I call you
Stop, wait a minute
'Cause it's been a hot minute
I've been working on my songs seemingly nonstop
With a break here and there to recover so my
It's just me against the world and all the beats I go per minute
If I'm in the stores then I'm going to probably spend a ticket
They screaming at my
about you
Per the houses I slept
Perfumed porches I stepped
In case they all get word about me
But even though we drive it like it's stolen
Emergencies
Even when I'm thinking of the right words to say
I'm thinking about us and if it would push you away
Cause I haven't had to do this for a minute
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