Lyrics:
the planet with the static and dynamic lace down.
Automatic systematic, mathematic, breakdown,
rock the planet with the static and dynamic lace down.
can play a rhythmic melody
And back an afro-cuban band
And lay down a bossa nova
In any dynamic range
His solo tells a special story
And shows off
Rose Shades, gold frames
Want it all, close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
I ant it
le vaisseau
On l'fait sans pression range ton portable coupe le réseau ouais ouais
Fuck le reste
Shawty quand tu bounces
Faut qu'ca pète
Charbonne fuck
skin so, butter soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo' blouse
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' house
Check the ratio of men
across the planet
In a manner so dynamic
When shown on sonar graphs
The solar blasts
Reverse beyond the core's polar axis
Between exploded synapses
Codes
the present
Explorations unfolding canvas
Continuing to roam across the planet
In a manner so dynamic
When shown on sonar graphs
The solar blasts reverse
Beyond
are picked out significantly
A sudden dynamic agony and pain, a sudden destruction, this system its ways
The grow without a father, mother, is stringed
yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, why? cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted
and sniffin powders
Here we come, straight from the slums, Dynamic Duo son
Ghost Rider Jonathan and Soul Brother Number One
[Chorus: repeat 2X (sampled
the dynamics of the duo
Smoke bones with thugs, kicking harmonies like judo
(What you know?) My style is more deadlier than subways
Hot like sun-rays, in ways
copped some Paradise wit da cream soda
Pigs fly everyday tryna made quota
Black man pulled over in a Range Rover
Bet you he was tryna see his lady
self and fate, psycho bar pi ratio I drip lakes (Yeah)
My strengths override my weaknesses I adapt fast mirror neuron psychosis
Reflect and repeat on all
matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, why? cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted
Same fo
the club, had he singing like Ne-Yo
200 On the dash, switching lanes in the Range Rove
Euro through that lane, they cant find me, call em Nemo
Demon in
from long range
Down wind, squirt
You bouncing, I got even lesbians rocking out
Hunt down
Hunt down, bust some shots
Put them guns down
Shells fall,
the butler
Dynamic duo hustlers
Burn rubber, Gotham City I'm spinnin' in the gutter
Left the Batcave full of computers, the Mad Hatter
The realest, see my
the open range, man it seems strange
Even sometimes deranged inside my brain
I hold the key, identify then flee
Every MC close to me
Cause I'm supposed
workin system
Yeah, I overwork, work the middle
Work and turn your homework workbook against you
In the range of a roundabout ratio
I merry-go-round
Ratios thoughts ordaining your cubicle
The secured wrapped path dwindles
Veering mazed in a ring
My confidant undertow - whereto?
Welcome my
your shirt
Man, this is not a battle, it's a massacre
I destroyed your whole ratio
Got you begging for mercy like
"Don't tase me bro"
That's when I grab
the way to go
And years old tradition means that you should follow paleo
And eat more fish for omega 3 ratios
And drink the cow's milk or you'll end up with
me some elbow room
I'm runnin with the Legion of Doom
Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
I track range between space and time
xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone
I travel beyond
The range where sick sounds grave
You can't respond
Dynamic semantics makes your mind go frantic
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