Lyrics:
In order to understand today's modern phonograph record
We must understand the concept of revolutions per minute
Revolutions per minute refers
I don't believe your revolution's real
I only believe what I can feel
And all I feel is my stomach turning
33 revolutions per minute
Your words
my time to the other side
At 33 revolutions per minute
To get my heart back in rhythm
Maybe this turntable could turn me around
But it's hard to tune
soldier of fortune
you go wherever the call is
soldier of fortune
you go wherever it is
thirty three and a third
revolutions per minute
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
of spitting, it's wicked and it's decadent
Revolutions per minutes, every time the record spin
Retribution for cynics, like a stick-up kid with weapons
In
of spitting; it's wicked and it's decadent
Revolutions per minutes every time the record spin
Retribution for cynics like a stick-up kid with weapons
In
But I bought tools from the tools store
I heard the revolutions per minute, can make up for dippin' in it
Ain't no shame in my game, you could make
60 revolutions per minute
This is my regular speed
So how do you want me to live with it?
How do you want me to live with it?
Without ringing all
60 revolutions per minute
This is my regular speed
So how do you want me to live with it?
How do you want me to live with it?
Without ringing all
revolutions per minute. Seventy seven developing nations. Seventy six trombones. Seventy five springs. Seventy four guns. Seventy three lunar eclipses. Seventy
take me with it
Like a train on steel ribbons
Well, what about precision
Revolutions per minute
With these feelings on exhibit
What's in it
Give her a minute
Ill be in it
Till Im In It
Im reaching my limit
My Engines Going 7000 Revolutions Per Minute
Windows Tinted
I'm getting a ticket
riders cold blood scene
82
81
80
79 star trek episodes
78 revolutions per minute
77 developing nations
76 trombones
75 sperms
74 guns
73 lunar
shining down
The road chews rubber my tires leave within it
As my engine cranks out those revolutions
Per minute
I'm going there without a care, it seems,
Spin this mothafucka! 11-22 (revolutions per minute)
Inner City Blockade
Self-defense
Arm yourself
Raise your fist
No Justice, No Peace
I'm
to the thrum
Of the smelt
Breed till you die with your dick out
10,000 revolutions per minute
Sink the screw to its hilt
All we know is to take
And to take
Seven thousand revolutions per minute between me and death
And now I'm flying down the I-5 alone cause I'm sick of wasting breath
My hands grip
her secondhand handbag
I got a sinking feeling that
I'm gonna get stung
My heart's been experiencing
33 and a third
Revolutions per minute
up, Let's speed it up, Yeah!
We're going higher
Don't stoppin' this cray race
We're going higher
We're in overdrive
Revolution
per minute want to go
the math: 45 revolutions per minute
And I'm still playing Russian roulette
With the spinach, aftermath:
My seeds of thought are the limit,
Plus there's no
me the truth, tell us the truth
But now I've seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyone's a crook?
Revolution calling
me the truth, tell us the truth
But now I've seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyone's a crook?
Revolution calling
me the truth, tell us the truth
But now I've seen the payoffs
Everywhere I look
Who do you trust when everyone's a crook?
Revolution calling
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