Lyrics:
it's a damn party beat it the drum instrument
F$O Ka$h
Got me a addicted like where is the potion
You keep on leaving you leaving me open
It's way
bumps, tryin to rap on beat
I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound
Heather B, step to me, with your thin sound
Twist your knobs, your
holding hope for so long
When nothing goes right, when you can't play along
When you feel like there's nowhere to turn
Let the drums shake your head from
by
a broken compass all the time
sweet talk to me
like a salesman would do
come raise your blade
I will lay me down for you
beat your own drum
but you
The synths the drums
Say where you're from
Electro ghetto goodness pinpoint your exact loaction
One look, one glance
Do you speak dance?
Your accent's cute
was sent by his Master
But that topic's too deep for your ear
Here's the science you can comprehend clear
Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
lit
We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and come and spray at 'all crib
Had the trap
you on the tip of my tongue
Baby let me speak you
And learn the rhythm to the beat of your drum
Teach me how to say what's inside your mind
One verse
Girl you have swept me off my feet
Seeing you moving to the beat
Watching you passing by but please
Baby won't you slow down for me
C'mon girl, let
beat, def rhyme
Chorus line, bass drum, snare drum, bassline
All of this makes our records rock til the party's end..
.. here we go again!
When we
to blow like a bomb
Let's play the drums
Ascend to the Top or sum'
Top down in the car, Matteo with the beats and I present the bars
Portraitist a hobby
On your marks, are you ready? Let's go
Wow! OK, here we go again you see the way I'm blowin'
And I'm like a mangler the way I be manglin' the beat
They
tracks 12 bars by the dozen
Might drop an ep
Then cop some diamonds talkin vvs
Shining like riri no umbrella
See growin up ima cold fella
Heating beats up
of your right hand 1 by 1: your thumb - index finger - middle finger - ring finger - little finger. Feel after.
Go with your attention to your right arm,
freedom
I earned my shit riding in them traps serving them geekers
I bought a lawyer, I bought a lawyer
He beat them cases, he beat them cases
You
(Malik on the beat)
(Ayo Bleu)
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no
(Turn Me Up Josh)
Whoa, oh, oh
Them niggas act like they don't
(Malik on the beat)
(Ayo Bleu)
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no
(Turn Me Up Josh)
Whoa, oh, oh
Them niggas act like they don't
your statements when I game without replacements
I came against complaints in... a life you'd feel disgraced in
Caved in by every day's end when away my
and left toothless
I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared
You're scared and you're bound to go
It's somethin', I guess I let the beat keep
slow
Can't feel the beat
When a mind
Clings to the cold
What do you think about
What goes in and out your mind
Watching white lines go by
Listen
on the other end
Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing
Fuck dem chicken wings
Last able man standing
Follow what? I ain't
on the other end
Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing
Fuck dem chicken wings
Last able man standing
Follow what? I ain't understanding
it with no rhythm, and so can you.
So move your body if you've got the notion,
Front to back in a rock-like motion.
Now that you've got it, if you
Doesn't have a string
What's the point of a drum if it Doesn't hold a beat
What's the point of a tattoo if It's gana fade away
What's the point of you
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