Lyrics:
State, state, state, state of the art
(By use of a computer)
(Oh my God, it's so)
State, state, state, state of the art
Now we don't want to go out
When we could spend the night at home with the cotillion
Invite the neighbors around
Start the boss a nova beat and limbo from the living to the kitchen
Enjoy the state of the art
The magic swing piano really is astounding
Now we can't tell them apart
But these amazing simulations end up sounding even better than the real thing
State, state, state, state of the art
(State of the art)
(Hold the phone, it's so)
State, state, state, state of the art
(Computer controlled tone color)
State, state, state, state of the art
(The marriage of music to computers is quite natural)
(Oh my God, it's so)
State, state, state, state of the art
(It is time to hear the results)
(Hold the phone, it's so)
(Oh my God, it's so)
My shirt off (shirt off)
I'm finna take my shirt off (shirt off)
We love to show off (come) everybody shirt off
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
So Icy Entertainment
God dammit I'm freezin'
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
F-r-e-n-c-h-i-e
I'm tatted up come find me
A hundred thou' so icy
We we poppin' bottles
Showin' thug love
If you act up in the club
Then you know we throwin' hollows
What it do partna'
Get to close I spark ya
My wrist inside the club is like a highlighted marker
On beats I'm a monster
So icy I sponsor
This Mary Jane got on the wall like Nina Parker
I'm bout to call Wakka
Tell him bring the chopper (blat)
Fuck seein' the doctor
He'll be screamin' like the opera
It's hot as hell, I gotta take off my shirt
My car, my girls love to wear skirts
The paint color look like dirt
No shirts in that 08' Vert
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
So Icy Entertainment
God dammit I'm freezin'
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
They say money doin' sumthin' to my ego
More money I see I'm getting tatted like amigo (yea)
White girl say she can sniff a brick a day
I tell her eat the cake, eat the cake, Anna Mae
Go go, you better clear the plate (yea)
She said I think I'm dead (why)
Cause I can't feel my face (yea)
And she think she gettin' dollars from the kid
All she get is hard dick, and she swallowin' my kids
I know they feelin' me 'cause I'm movin' like a G move
In my red in black skirt and her brand new Prada matchin' my Evisu
No wife beater so I'm showin' off my sleeveless
Art so I'm a call it goin' with the breezes
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
So Icy Entertainment
God dammit I'm freezin'
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
6-1 deep
No shirt no top (go)
White chain bright lane
VVS white rocks (blow)
I'm a work of art, mane
I'll crush your ice game
Thousand dollars lite, mane
Need to rob a dice game
Tatted like a white mane
Party like a rock band
That so icy bike game
Makin' lames tuck chains
Got damn Gucci Mane
You done did that shit again
Goin' knee deep in the earth so that you can have a chain
My body wrote on like an essay
But homie no Mexican
So Icy entertainment
You can write it on me mane
In the center of the stage with no tank top (no no)
For the block I'm showin' every tattoo I got (yea)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin'
So Icy Entertainment
God dammit I'm freezin'
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (Burr)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
My shirt off (whoosh)
State, state, state, state of the art
(By use of a computer)
(Oh my God, it's so)
State, state, state, state of the art
Now we don't want to go out
When we could spend the night at home with the Cotillion
Invite the neighbours around
Start the bossanova beat and limbo from the living to the kitchen
Enjoy the state of the art
The Magic Swing Piano really is astounding
Now we can't tell them apart
But these amazing simulations end up sounding even better than the real thing
State, state, state, state of the art
(State of the art)
(Hold the phone, it's so)
State, state, state, state of the art
(Computer controlled tone colour)
State, state, state, state of the art
(The marriage of music to computers is quite natural)
(Oh my God, it's so)
State, state, state, state of the art
(It is time to hear the results)
(Hold the phone, it's so)
(Oh my God, it's so)
War censored, no blood on TV
Cheap entertainment
Sold like a new deodorant, world war three
A Sega dreamland, I'd take a whore to the funeral
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Jesus desnceds, Dachau his father
Flanders is a corpse under flowers
There's more art in Burger King
Than the British museum today
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Wills and Harry, dressed in drag
Standing over the
Sodomised body of their mother
Would make a beautiful poster in Athena
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Quit playin'
Back on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with me
And for them fuckin spectators I brought the band with me
Halftime niggas, and grab pine you would never grab mine nigga
The doc was lyin' when he said you gon' be fine nigga
Witness the art of war, in the physical
Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical
And no words from Ca$h mouth is fiction
Ready to throw clips if, I'm never dissin you
My aura awards raw to the core and the surface
Of the street, when I walk through the door, my purpose
Is to move up, pull tools you purp'in
Watch me overthrow the government for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia
I'm prayin' to Proof, I'm searching for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother, gone in the streets of the D
I'm totin' the K, and hawk niggas waitin on me
You take the first shot then, Second Round's on Me
And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride
I don't rap for the plaques
My contract's signed just for scratch to get you wacked
Nigga, with a gun, with a shank, with a bat
Take a slug through the lung, get it right, what you wack nigga
I'm born crazed deranged and more famous
Than clappin' down bangers meant, for entertainment, geah
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now
Young Stat keep the gat on tuck
Want war, I don't give a fuck
Shot 'til you kiss, pucker up
It'll lift him up, believe me you'll float
The result is your family heartbroke
Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff
Nigga paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick niggas
Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers
Real life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers
God shill us, from back-stabbers and goldiggers
Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me
Obnoxious, broads call me cocky
Poppy long dick Stat beat up the box like hockey
Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys
From the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopy
I'm the shit, the only one who ain't heard is Foxy
Formalize the plan, no man can stop me
Boss hog, Stat Quo understand, you copy?
I'm losing touch.
I'm losing touch.
Constant entertainment for our restless minds.
Constant stimulation for epic appetites.
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Oh, I'm losing touch
Well I'm losing touch
Constant entertainment for our restless minds
Constant stimulation for ever appetite
Is there something wrong with these songs?
Good morning
You have been in suspension for 50 days
In compliance with state and federal regulations
All testing candidates of the Aperture Science Extended Relaxation Center
Must be revived periodically for mandatory physical and mental wellness exercise
You will hear a buzzer
When you hear the buzzer look up at the ceiling
Art
This is art
This art
You can portal out to meet me
Been waiting here for you, you
This is art
This art
Good morning
You have been in suspension for 9, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9 days
You will hear a buzzer
When you hear the buzzer look up at the ceiling
Oh, I'm losing touch
Well I'm losing touch
Constant entertainment for our restless minds
Constant stimulation for ever appetite
Is there something wrong with these songs?
And the pain spawns all the anger on
But it wasn't until I put the pain in songs learned who to aim it on
That I made a spark, started to spit hard as shit
Learned how to harness it while the reins were off
And there was a lot of bizarre shit, but the crazy part
Was soon as I stopped saying "I gave a fuck"
Haters started to appreciate my art
And it just breaks my heart to look at all the pain I've caused
But what am I gonna do when the rage is gone?
M-A-see Mall
Starry night, your life
You gave to us, and took away from us
Starry night, your life
You gave to us, and took away from us
Uh, uh, watch me live my art; writing words from my soul in blood
I speak the truth on every thang I love
I'll probably sacrifice my life, to send my message through mics
It's like a war drum calling soldiers at night
It's bigger than music I spit it straight from the heart
So it's cold n dark and deep like a universe, but nah don't start
It's for ya entertainment but it's my life why all
And I can't rewind, fast forward, or press pause
But when you give your all, it's like the fans demand more
And after the tour I sit alone like before
When ya name is hot it's all love, the world is yours
But when you fall off, you get ignored
You on the cover of da magazine, flossing on the TV screen
Toastin' wit yo' champagne, playin' life like a game
Loaded in the limousine, love to hear the fans scream
Swimmin' wit the sharks now, ain't no love money king
People got they hands out but ain't nobody lendin' hands
Can you really blame dem for tryin' to get what they can?
Smart it again, until hearts it breaks
Again say it me time blood, don't care
Fear God, until entertainment contact
Tick it again, up to you and just me like
Ambition like rare, warning could be take it
Girl touching be beautiful
How to look like you
Famous girl, one kiss again
In the me, like you this
Levitating girl I know you told
Dream in you care it nice bet you girl
I'mma be more me again cause
Go it we hear it again
Time to clean it clock
Hello quick it again questions
What gorgeous fun best of my life me
Happiness girl
Vulnеrable to be today tight to you from me
Sunday I can wokе up lighting
Be my hand, be my man
Hey i can be always be say
Same time what I could to me
Can it look it girl
Beautiful girl I want to handsome
Damn, finally, too tight
Me and remember heart it me
Perfect it me was look me
Want it girl beautiful
Read my hand on top
Gold, I like it what you me time was covered
Look at brought me
Lips what could be too me
My family was it till morning alright girl
Hollywood girl finish to start cause
Go it we hear it again to me free go
Set to art of you thrilled stop it at me
Change my mind polish it again me
Alright to come back
Be the look at long possible to one me
Knife was it hurt nowhere to find
Underneath
Vulnerable to you be (stop me again)
Go it we hear it again (headphones get good)
Contact me in to eyes (phone was number)
Name it by my side (for the few days)
Just got home here hate me always alone girl
Go me and will be time
There was me (oh yeah just to got)
Electricity me was being busy (close to you)
1 step, 2 step, 3 step (don't crush it)
The take it me (on the first time)
Remove it all night (long time)
Care it might nice (can't figure) cause
Go it we hear it again
Go it we hear it again
Go it we hear it again
Go it we hear it again
Go it we hear it again
Go it we hear it again
Go it we hear it again
Go it we hear it again close it to you
Be coming too take it sip me
Supposed me keep it all
Electric too be my look
Go it we hear it again
Go it we hear it again take me (hand it me)
All time (on me say) stay (of an email)
Go it we hear it again
Time was changed be look at you around
Go it we hear it again hold me down it again
For the effort me you can not the same
Lights, camera, chemical reaction
Attracted to a body of lies with fat asses
Thank the most high for high of high fashion
My art of war is killer couture, denim assassin
Am I a douchebag or just another doo rag?
Tryna get ahead on some brand new wave shit
For your entertainment money is the language
So every time I speak I'm tryna make another payment
I do 'em dirty sleep and get a dirt nap, that works
Tell my P.O. ask me where I work at
Think I woulda learned that sleeping in the bird trap
Living on the run like somebody tryna burn fat
I don't give a fuck, now maybe that's abstinence
Or the arrogance of someone who ain't got shit
That think money over bitches is a stock tip
I live in a trap where fiends load crack
Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks
Everybody acts like God is all that
But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back
So I got an angel that answer my prayer
Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air
Nobody wins but nobody cares
They just want blood when the people cheer
I'm down to 95 dollars, that's the extent of my riches
Out of 99 problems, 98 of 'em is bitches
Out here hollerin' what's ironic is
I've honestly been tryna do what's right
But from your legs in the air tonight, like Phil Collins
I'm a sex-addicted introvert
Sucker for a pencil skirt
Looking for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervert
On my existential grind doing consequential dirt
Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go mental first
Molly poppin', trolley hoppin'
Know somebody prolly watchin'
That ain't stoppin' me from coppin' a feel
Karate choppin' in this after-hours spot
Watching mommy body rockin'
First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Jonnie Cochran
Livin' fast, drinkin' capt'
One of them hoes even had
The audacity ask me how long this thing would last
I said, "You wanna pay for class?
In the future everyone's house will be a total entertainment centre.
In the future everyone but the wealthy will be very happy.
In the future everyone but the wealthy will be very filthy.
Stop killing innocent people
Stop killing police officers
Stop shooting at policemen
Stop shooting bystanders with handguns
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop shooting old ladies
Stop beating up FBI agents
Stop killing the postal workers
Stop shooting at cops
Keep your ass out of jail
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop raping women for crying out loud
Stop killing little kids
Keep yourself out of prison
Stay the hell out of trouble
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Pioneer, it's the art of entertainment
Inspired by rapacity
Bathing in all the shit you're offered
Encouraged by voracity
We art fully enjoying wellness
We ought to be wealthy and divine
We eat all the things they tell us
We don't like to be confined
GLORIA IN EXCELSIS EGO
Have you heard the angels singing?
Frugal Entertainment Options:
""Entertainment doesn't have to break the bank. Embrace frugal entertainment options that provide fun without emptying your wallet.
Yeah
Somebody tell me what do I do
Observe the word, when I speak, it's the truth's heard
True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
Spreading the blessing across seven continents
Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense
Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid
Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott
Witty, unpredictable, gritty individual
Valid if it's actual, talent and it's natural
Game, rugged like the train, pump it in your vein
I and I, ride or die, under the name
W-you, the primary, your secondary
Definitely not necessary, the legendary
You printed the blueprints to do this shit
Moving the youth in the bricks
Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts
Through the chest when I manifest my sick art
Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine
Still in my prime, still'll shine 'til it quit time
If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is asanine
Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu
Gorilla the booth, body armored, I'm killa proof
In living proof, I'm the wittiest, unpredictable
Most talented rap motherfucker you ever listened to
I'm a hustler, I grind 'til my pack is done
Get a seed mad knowledge so they crack and run
Can't nobody fuck with me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in they head every time I write
Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping
Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping
Go to school fucked up, it's Africa Island
We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent
Richard is important
To Richard and his most important friends
He doesn't take phone calls
He sits in his office and pretends
He's Atticus Finch
He's everybody's mensh
When it comes to clients
He counts himself among the very best
But when it comes to stature
He only counts the size of other men's desks
He's counting every inch
He's counting every inch
And it's only entertainment
It's only entertainment
Don't make it so hard
Don't make it so hard
Amanda of the underground
Brings high art to her lo-fi sound
Her nifty hipster friends agree
A band's only as good as its scene
Save us Polly Jean
We know not what we mean
And it's only entertainment
It's only entertainment
Don't make it so hard
Don't make it so hard
Freddie's demographic grows,
Angry boys in baggy clothes
As critics eulogize the songs,
And record store clerks mourn along
And the years go by and the chords don't change
We're all Pat Boone by different names
And it's only entertainment
It's only entertainment
Don't make it so hard
Don't make it so hard
落在秋季的单思
演唱（Sing）：艾琳Ellen
词（Lyricist）：李权珉
曲（Composer）：李权珉
编曲（Arrangement）：Fictional Art@梓豪@李钊棋
合声（Backing Vocal）：艾琳Ellen
录音（Recording Engineer）：Fictional Art@李钊棋
混音（Mixing Engineer）：Fictional Art@梓豪
监制（Production Director）：李权珉
封面设计(Cover design)：Tyra燕云
统筹（Coordinate）：金榮榮｜覃俊鹿
品宣企划（Promotion）：Tyra燕云｜李权珉
录音室（Recording Studio）：色素文化录音棚
出品方（The producer）：Fictional Art 虛構藝術
发行方(Music distribution)：フィクションアート東京音樂工作室
特别鸣谢(Special thanks)：KC ENTERTAINMENT PTE.
This guy named Jesse
He made a movie
He worked for hours
And hours on end
He thought out plot twists
For entertainment value
He wrought a screenplay
And then he filmed and filmed and filmed
You had some money
You bought a camera
You had some candy
Laying around
Your friends came over
You filmed them eating
Threw in some music
And you made art and art and art
And meanwhile Jesse
Was blocking angles
And checking lighting
And buying props
And finding actors
(And dealing with them)
And shooting retakes
And then he spliced and spliced and spliced
But you knew someone
Who knew someone
Who knew someone
Who gave awards
And so you entered
Your friends and candy
It was so brilliant
Of course you won and won and won
And meanwhile Jesse
Made a good movie
It had some action
It had big laughs
It didn't insult
Anyone's intellect
But he didn't become
An establishment superstar
'Cause his film wasn't brilliant like yours
It was not art
It was not art
It was not art.
He who takes first place and acquires the most fans.
Contagious, the art of violence.
No flesh, no flesh shall be spared.
Spaceshuttle, wie ich fly bin
Nicht von dieser Welt gleich bestellt
High-Fashion nur was mir gefällt
Geht's um Geld muss ich nicht reden
Nicht in meiner Welt
Ladies wollen texten doch wir
Beide sind nicht gleichgestellt
Kein Daddy, dein Petticoat von Louis V
Dein Duft kann man nicht finden
Love-Parfümerie
Wenn ich Ladies will muss ich nur schreiben
Fingerspiel und 10 Kilo Goldketten an dir
Nеnn' ich schwer verliebt
Ich hab diе Aura die dich anzieht
Ich hab die Diva die sich auszieht
Keine Sorge, snappe alles was du draufkriegst
Keine deiner Freunde kann dir geben
Was du hier siehst
Das ist das Gefühl wenn man sich fallen lässt
Und ich sterb' nur an
'ner Überdosis Wellness
Ich flieg und kann den Himmel sehn
Und ich frag mich wie viel
Weiter kann ich gehn'
Freier Fall wenn ich die Sterne zähl'
Und ich weis nicht welchen
Weg ich heute wähl'
Droptop, spür den Wind das ist kein Karussell
Lammfell in meinem Mantel find ich essenziell
Deine Art ist schwer zu toppen
Nicht nur visuell
Dream Team, wir beide ganz oben, Chanterelle
Fine dining in 5-Sterne Restaurants
Check die Songs
Nicht nur Tracks sondern Arrangements
Nach dem Dinner und 10 Drinks
Seh' ich wie in Trance
Dein Schatten hinter unserem Gucci Paravent
Ich hab die Nummer die dich rein bringt
Ich mach den Kummer der dich raus bringt
Ich schau zu wie du in meiner Welt versinkst
Du willst nie mehr gehen wenn
Du den teuren Wein austrinkst
Das ist das Gefühl wenn man sich fallen lässt
Und ich sterb' nur an
'ner Überdosis Wellness
Ich flieg und kann den Himmel sehn
Und ich frag mich wie viel
Weiter kann ich gehn'
Freier Fall wenn ich die Sterne zähl'
Und ich weis nicht welchen
Weg ich heute wähl'
Just a second while I set up all this heavy machinery
Just a second while I sit down now, I'm going to write your biography
You've got a long name for show biz, it won't fit on no marquee
So dance through this pop quiz now, I'm gonna take in the scenery
It's serious entertainment
I really don't think I'm going to make it
You know it's so dark in here
You know you really gotta shine a light
cnd all these people trying to eat you
You know you've got to put up a fight
I do it for the art, I don't do it for the scene
I've got ideas of my own now, don't laugh now, you know what I mean
It's serious entertainment
I really don't think I'm gonna make it
It's serious entertainment, come on
I really don't think I'm gonna make it
Well I've worked up a sweat and I'm spent and anyways all the film is gone
So go home and get some rest, because tomorrow we do it again
It's serious entertainment
I really don't think I'm gonna make it
It's serious entertainment, come on
I really don't think I'm gonna make it
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