Search results for 'Color Doppler Ultra Sound'

the sound
We're up in the clouds and we're never coming down

All I see are cosmic colors
Cosmic colors
Baby blue ultra violet
Wildfire red and yellow too
All

And You ('aint for aren't) riding on a Harley if that bitch ('Aint for aren't) Shaking

Woom (Motorcyle Sound) On A Harley, Harley  Let's ride 
Woom

about
Float around
Here and now
Hear the sounds in my voice
I'm telling you that baby you're the one that gets me
Colors in my head
And it's a lot up in

there
Still attached
To the bark
They rub their wings
They make sounds
As the trees fall
There is a doppler effect
The pitch of the sounds changes
In this

the sound of these
Lyrics flying over your head, doppler effect
I’m like a transverse wave
I’ve got the right angle when I’m
Vibing and my rhymes are potent

your own ratios
I'm too busy painting bro
Colors dipped in ghetto
Got my pedal to the metal nigga
Nigga my whole life like a pirate
Sex, money

The Word

The Moody Blues

This Is the Moody Blues

1974

Between the eyes and ears there lie
The sounds of color and the light of a sigh
And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe

But it's all around if we

Syndicate

Ice-T

Power

1988

program
Donald-D is who I am, damn

Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk
'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc
Styles and lyrics,

Distortion to Static

The Roots

Do You Want More?!!!??! [Clean]

1995

loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine
As I, rocks from under blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya get, shot, get caught so

god damn)
You niggas hating don't make sense
Because they all sound like me (Aye)
Ya been actin' like my sons and
I'm as proud as can be
(Proud as can

Distortion To Static

The Roots

Do You Want More?!!!??!

1995

loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine
As I, rocks from under blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya get, shot, get caught so

on these beats
Trynna be ultra-light
This is my entry into the game
Trynna be humble, no hall of fame
I work best when no one's around at all
Just me n' my

gonna 
Sound like you the opera
I'm talking every genre
We'll explore like Dora
Raiding Tombs like Laura
Charging up our aura 
Super Sayain Ultra
Infinite

Between the eyes and ears there lie

The sounds of color and the light of a sigh
And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe
But it's all around if we

bring color to the game, I'm off white
Fuck it we can do it live as I rock the mic
I don't just do what I want but I want what I like
I don't flaunt it

of wreckage
That sounds awfully aggressive
But still impressive
In the ears of the massive
I love to be expressive
Spit a lot of rhymes I hold rhythmic cargo

Evident like foot prints on the premise

What is this? Millenial ultra sound
EMP wave so resistant to the crown
Tin foil hats coming back once again

Lets get some weed and E,
Dynamite!


I see sound, I hear color, I smell light-
One hit on my s*** get stuck your whole life-
My pens a hypodermic needle

Yeah
You better be thinking
Always
You're wasting your whole
Entire
Time
I don't waste shit man
For color to pop
Need a jet black shadow
To be ultra

and I don't need no more hoes around
These days rather just get fetti and roll out the pound
Latley I can see it before it happens like a ultra sound
I

Marathon Shirt

Self

Subliminal Plastic Motives

1995

hell
Wash it when it gets worn, dirty, tattered, torn
Fell in love with me and wears me with pride
We bathe in ultra tide when I start to feel guilty

Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel
That motherfucka change colors like a lizard and shit
55 ridin south, gettin head from a bitch
Matter fact,

you
Bad combo, lettuce and ketchup, let us catch you slippin'
Red crippin', my nigga you color purple
Oh yeah you Oprah Winfrey, I'm [?], I squirt