Search results for 'Motion and Sound Video Portrait'

portrait 
Thats the good head 
Moving around in a motion 
Ye I'm litty of the potion 
Pink lips gimme portrait 
Thats the good head 
What you niqqas know

myself
Walk up to you and talk to you
But instead, I only stared at that picture-perfect portrait
Picture-perfect portrait
From afar, stuck in place

Cold winter days, distant portrait reflects from the window
Drowning image that is somehow lost its shine
Hours passes by fading out in silent motion

she met Jay see ya know
They say, "Hello" (Ayy) , "Hello" (Ayy)
I really thought I had a
Chance to be your man
Until I seen the video with
The ring

at Jungle City, a sound
Studio in Manhattan's Chelsea
Neighborhood when we
Walk in, Ocean leading the way, pharrell
Williams turns down the music and greets

at an advertising agency
Or at a record label

My goal, if I was going to do art, fine art
Would have been to become Picasso or greater

That always sounds so funny

It's the young poet (Yeah)
Symphony composing poetry in motion
I️ put my life on the page cut it open
Let my scars bleed

Baby take my hand and we die

hound yea
Keep the beat up if you stay loud sound ay
Dropping music videos like its my life story yea

Diamond glizzy on a benz so shiny how it should

go
Another day, another song, another video
Like everything slow and then outta control
Sick of feeling like my wick
Is burning low like a
Time bomb,

The Collision

A Static Lullaby

A Static Lullaby

2006

In motion she swipes past your face
With a blur that bleeds into one
Embellish her with sight and sound
The stylish way to make someone
You love

cowed, 

Reading aloud, she watched as kingdoms bowed.

"The first is here, what's been set in motion?" 

She uttered, beneath the solar devotion, 

News

ass he raped
I'm havin' fuzz without fuzz, and y'all exaggerate
When y'all was playin' video games
We was pitchin' those things, flippin' my change

All of Me

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

dudes talking bout hoes boasting
I was just a Juvenile, moving in slow motion
I dropped out of school to be a dude with mad jewelery
Once I got it,

I don't want to sound all dramatic and everything
But this is a very, very, very pivotal moment
Like, it really really is I see this in the same way

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?

And what if I told you

Clinchin my fist I'm eruptin the sound of it
Crackin my knuckles I must be real out of it
Out of my cell like a shell I grew out of it
Now can't you tell

Shit 
Netflix and emotions
This your future eloping
I'm just hoping you open
A place in a portrait
A price at a fortune
I can picture tha ocean
My life

This Not You're Average Town

Might Hear a Horn with Some Cuss Words  That's Traffic Sound

County Of Kings
Kings County Where Masters Crowned

We

anticlimactic
It ends mid-sentence
Doesn't look right on the page, but I guess if you have time, imagine
Maybe in the empty space
I'll do a portrait and sketch

I'm so distant from this Earth
All the stars are
Painting the motions
And the ocean is expanding in my eyes
I saw the reason that we orbit 'round

a little
Make a portrait out of lines all I need is a scribble
Its the signature sound
I gotta keep it trippy
But I gotta get it up cuz these pockets getting

I been twisted in motion
Like the roller I'm coasting
I'm plucking beats for the cheese
Like a chicken I'm roasting
I'm highly observant
While

In a bad mood
Hit up your page
Talk about you
All about you
When is you free?
Tacos sound cool
Come around noon
I just got paid
Fuck with Lil Uz'?

Zeit für Müşteris, Akku leer, Akku leer
Spiel' den Pass in den Lauf, mit Bass in dem Sound
Bevor ich baller', grins' ich in die Kamera wie Krusty der