Lyrics:
Syncopation
And he showed me
The mechanics of
Using a drum stick
And how to hold
Two heavy crash cymbals
And bang them together
And they were so heavy
And you
Maracas go
Maracas go
On music island
Tambourines go
Tambourines go
Tambourines go
On music island
We can play all day long
Singing songs and having fun
We
One long island
Two long island
Three long island
Four
One long island
Two long island
Three long island
Four
Drunk, drunk
Lay in the sand
razor sharp rhymes aimed at your ear drum
I’m from the center of the Sun that’s where I come from
The planet Earth doesn’t make sense to me
You got people
distinguishable to some
At the first lick to the low bass line heavy island drums
Pentacostel Tongues, language indescribable unpleasant to the ears
That is
long-winded
Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island
Took the ones to cop the island
One hundred
ain't got no time for a long winters nap
Christmas in the islands (ho ho ho)
Playing in the sand, soaking up the sun
Christmas in the islands, so much fun
me on a long island of paradise (oh my God)
And I'll just close my eyes too
And imagine that I'm somewhere with you
On the U.S Virgin Islands
shack she's callin' to the spirits lost long ago.
In the moonlight watch her sweatin', a drum beats, soft and steady,
A spell is cast, a fire sparks,
You're boss, you're leader
You're an island
Miss universe
Bad girl
You the center of my universe
Bad girl
From Ghana to Togo, Zimbabwe
Maputo, Libya
me on a long island of paradise (oh my God)
And I'll just close my eyes too
And imagine that I'm somewhere with you
On the U.S Virgin Islands
vaccine
Still gon git up
Out dis bitch and see
Cuz a Nigga luv
Dat island breeze
Wen I'm in Yard Nigga
You kno its Ackee
Off on my plate Nigga
Fresh frum da
On a long island of paradise
And I just close my eyes to
And imagine that I'm somewhere with you
On the U.S Virgin Islands, (Right Away)
Baby, Baby……
Tokyo
Jet lag
Evening walking
Out of my throat appears this chuckle
A true 20th Century sound
A little crazed and having no tonal center
Tokyo
Jet lag
Evening walking
Out of my throat appears this chuckle
A true 20th Century sound
A little crazed and having no tonal center
truth.
I simply delve in the air and if that's the case,
All I have to breath and all else will follow,
That's why drums are hollow, and I like drums
Center, in here workin'
Gossipin' like bitches, you lil' niggas went got surgery
Remember that last time that you ain't wanna see no murder?
Remember
bust a shot up in the beacon
Catch me in the corner not speaking
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. Rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli,
bust a shot up in the beacon
Catch me in the corner not speaking
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. Rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli,
But our story begins at a different time, not in Gamehendge, but on a suburban street in Long Island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is
and DJ tricks
A lot of different DJ's was on the mix
It is a proven fact, music is a universal language
From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano
the drums and listen to our song(oh-ooh) let us celebrate all night long
carnival in the carribean
carnival on the cocola island
come dance with us two
we're
if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him,
if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him,
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