Lyrics:
soul is liftin
This solar prison
Intentions inventions
Of higher engines
Triangle prisms
Damballah wisdom a schism
Serpent slithers
You wither
Every
By the end of the great war,
the dandy warhols had progressed
far beyond the traditional jug band sound.
Zia had all but hung up the washtub
Standing by the gate in the crowd
No doubt there's some things I didn't do
But I wanted to
The toxic fumes, the bubblegum
The cracks in the sun
Oh
brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights
Yo, VIP, let's kick it!
Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
stayin driven
By the sound I feel it liftin
Higher how my daily livin
Is the style it's like my children
Seem scattered through the villages
And towns,
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
By the end of the great war,
the dandy warhols had progressed
far beyond the traditional jug band sound.
Zia had all but hung up the washtub bass,
in
And now what was that? A bird that sings!
The sounds are flying off this thing!
A dog, a cat, a baby's laugh
Captured and played by his 'phonograph'
In
Yo, VIP, let's kick it!
Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
the depths fathom by fathom
As if the ocean opened up and
I've been cast in a chasm
Upon a sweeping seascape
Genetic accidents happened
But don't blame EVE
warm embrace
Take me back to 98
Lucky you, the lightning seeds are taking you places
The sounds of 98 are your mixtape for the ages
Girls and boys was
I wish someone would tell me when I changed
'cause its been a while since I really felt the same
Back in '98, screaming money ain't a thang
20 years
needin what I came for
Ziploc thick stocked what I came for
98 Civic rappin bout a range rov
Xbox, that's a fable
Niggas sweet, Aunt Jemima, maple
He was
Give me some time[00:20.64]Time slows down[00:22.86]You don't make a sound[00:25.46]I wish that I could turn things around[00:30.86]I hate these
why[00:43.74]Why[00:45.06]Can't bring me down, my destiny is running it up[00:48.18]BY the buque[00:48.97]Flowers, hayi andifuni chuku[00:50.85]Cu ngcebe nam, I'll show you what it
I was wandering through the streets of the city
Rambling through the avenues of time
When from nowhere my eyes fell onto a girl
And by chance her
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
the hard way
Your brain is drip-connected to the satellite
Your heart is not a part of your brain
Aesthetics and inventions well they pass you by
they would wish for higher pay
I used to see the truth in lies
Always afraid to say how high
Now they're afraid to pass me by
Cuz they were never by my
it
Counting minutes 'til they figure me out
Fidget with my skin like an abacus
Every sound stares
Wishing I would look back at 'em
But I'm enchanted by
I´m just walking around
She´s on my mind but hard to find at times
Just keep taking your time
It´s an invention yet it´s made us so blind
When love
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