Lyrics:
this
I wanna see you move it
So move it
So let's just get into it
Let's do this
Can you feel the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music
a feeling that you get
When you get something of your chest
Turn that pain into a vibe
You bob your head to once awhile
My goal now is to make
Music that
what I'm a give em when they land in last place
Hand right by the... they ain't too many seeing us
So they wanna take my gifts
But I wrap em with
handshakes in hugs and merry eyes
Within the music we're secure
We have put our heart into this band and if it ends
What is a rose without its stalk?
Deep deep In Your Shallow heart
Give a stroke to your work of art
Fall asleep in your shallow parts
Now who's leader here
I followed Garvey by textbook
of a human being
In this society, on this earth, in this day
Which we intend to bring into existence
By any means necessary
March music march music
Music we
the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
Melodies dedicated to the seasons
But I'd be caught behind
Remembering a reason not to sing
And the music would accompany
The words it brings along
Why
the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll
Swords nigga
So I can finish killin' them
If you want music to drive-By
Torment minds like yours and Dr dre
But all I think about is S-K-I
(exaggerate
"Police say one man with a gun shot five
People and sent hundreds running for cover
Chaos around noon time turned this busy
Queens street into
me you want it, hop on it and ride
By the end of the ride
You gone want more but I need a lil' time
A bitch never that, I hit from the back
She rubbin'
When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz!"
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music
turn you into minced meat, sink my teeth inside
gonna make you my toy by the stroke of midnight
I’m gonna slit your throat 'til your cheeks turn white
Phone a friend
My origin was lonely man
I made music to heal
It was my only chance
Flex for Christmas
The Bikko boys spent New Year's in France
I hit
Phone a friend, my origin was lonely man
I made music to heal it, was my only chance
Flex for Christmas the Bikko boys spent New Year's in France
I hit
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
those the vibes I'm walking with I'm up on 111
Homie said he comin from the east and he goin be a second
Yea, always alone with my music, keep my mind
people
My music bangin like vatos locos got rap in a choke hold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Cállate la boca, my baby
All I wanna
the traction
To push off the sky, and send it down crashing
By zipping up flies to fit into email attachments
Suggesting your chip's made of batshit
Compressing
there
(It gotta get there?)
It absolutely positively got to get there!
(Yo who you rushin?)
Pumpin out the music on the FDR
Not far behind me was a DT
of three pills
Bro put the SRT into track mode
Don't even know what he doing
She want to lay up
Smoke something, sip something
Kickback listen to music
Don't
Strokes to satisfy
And realign your spine
As we bump and grind
It takes time for these things to happen
Find the right person worth your sapping
Now no
listening
To sad songs by The Strokes
I've been into all your phone calls just like
An adult but I live with a ghost
And she won't let go
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I
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