Lyrics:
peace, in my journey
Afro Samurai, who smiles, like sun rise
I comprise these thoughts, while I stay, Black and die
Solar System traveler, waiting to,
icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
System on blast, cops just passed
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky
icky (oooh-oooh)
Sticky, icky, icky, icky (oooh-oooh)
System on blast, cops just passed
Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday)
Sticky, icky, icky
A-ha, Afro, Rasfimillia, yo Into paradise we guide and protect
With words, power, and a sound we are giving a warning
This is the calling, Babylon's
the brothers act fools
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
Does that disrespect the people
That are never more?
How does that bomb sound sound to
Those that bled in war, that we never saw?
Remember when they
that's when Redman start
"To chill," round off backflip cartwheel
"Ah, you guessed it!" I know
When my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow
But I
switch, Four
Oh my God, my batteries low.
X2
Cali
Cali Swangin'
Sound
System Bangin'
X2
(PIANO RIFFZ)
Can't stop sportin' them allstars
Can't stop
and an afro
Would you take me seriously?
If I was an Arab waving a hand grenade
Would you take me seriously? If I
Was wearing combat gear
And I had an AK-47
Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
system, but the sound check makes Willy Nickerson nervous. The soundman, though, is proud of the new system.
At least two hours for a sound check, yeah.
and pimps
Eighteen pumas spazed we still had balds and braids
Amplify the sound of the earth rotation
Who could pin-point the exact location in space
Pickin' out the afro and pullin' out the gear
I hear the same sounds every mornin'
Sports centre, the traffic
Your mom dukes screamin' in my ear
Dipped, yet
Forward
yeah give them a run
different
bring the rain and the sun
vision
no competition
real sound
soul and afro fusion
it's that ice cold warm
With Anahata sacred sound current
My merkaba radiates a profound wordsmith
Verses of the bleeding words of currencies
Flowing like the current
another episode, can I get a hell yeah, if you ready right here, can I get a hell yeah
racing the cars, sound off for the cruise, we chillin at the corner,
that attacks pure
Activator rap pro that slash afros
Can you capture lines I manifacture?
Metaphor mastermind ment to match ya
Merry-go-rounds,
High School
Because I was considered a distraction to the educational process.
I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system
computer rhymes get physical
I walk low and howl with no afro
X with a bald head like Fidel Castro
Walk in a jam, with the mic and my girlfriend
While two
knew what I had to do:
Work 3 times as hard
Oh
And get half ooo
Ain't nobody trying to listen
Don't believe in the system
I ain't saying I'm a victim
But
mageren Sound
Damals blieb ich ruhig und schreibend im Zimmer eingeschlossen
Jetzt schießt der stille Zeitgenosse Killer reingeschossen
Hab bisher keinen
right on one measure 5)—
Rocked the Planet ( said right on one measure 6 delay out)..
Verse 1
AMOS LARKINS ENGINEERED THE SOUND
RIGHT FROM START HE
bitch like a afro
(Stiff on they)
Winnin' new year, I'm all in (Slatt)
Pop a perc just because they calling
(Pop a perc) that bitch so bad, no stalling
reggae
Irieginal style styleee
Trepate pal sound!
El parlante esta quemando
Llego el sabio del sonido rebel reverberando
Me encanta cuando tu sonries gal
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