Lyrics:
Urb-an music, urb-an music, urb-an music
Urb-an music, urb-an music, urb-an music
Lord they fight it so
And I bet they don't even know
What it
7/ 10/19 - ABSOLUTE FINAL - REVISED PER POST PRODUCTION
Set: White House / Oval Office - President Roosevelt behind his desk; music plays
the music that's there
'Cause it's some kind of freedom
To bang a drum and let it ring
I long to hear these urban drums
Urban drums again
I long to hear
album
Music with the beat, rhyme and the rhythm
I'll just tell the story through the lyricism
Only way I know how to open up
How to get things off my
under
From an undetected universe that needs to be discovered
Old pubs and taverns, tunnels linked in tandem
Seeking urban caverns that forever been
further analysis of
His music I can deduce
That he is the epitome of
Antidisestblishmentarianism who
Embodies the entire spectrum of the
Urban experience
palette and
Sonics and everything I put into my music
I put them into shoes and they worked
You know, people never write
"Kanye’s pissing everybody off"
[Intro]
Do you do garage music mate?
You got any of that Urban?
(Urban, urban, urban)
House, do you do Garage?
Ga-ga-ga-garage
Wot do you call
Do you do garage music mate?
You got any of that Urban?
(Urban, urban, urban)
House, do you do Garage?
Ga-ga-ga-garage
Wot do you call it?
In the sounds that permeate the vastness of urban spaces,
Where music finds its way among everyday sounds.
In the whispers of the night, reflections
Do you do garage music mate?
You got any of that Urban?
(Urban, urban, urban)
House, do you do Garage?
Ga-ga-ga-garage
Wot do you call it?
[Intro]
Do you do garage music mate?
You got any of that Urban?
(Urban, urban, urban)
House, do you do Garage?
Ga-ga-ga-garage
Wot do you call
Do you do garage music mate?
You got any of that urban?
(Urban, urban, urban)
House, do you do garage?
Ga-ga-ga-garage
Wot do you call it?
Do you do garage music mate?
You got any of that Urban?
(Urban, urban, urban)
House, do you do Garage?
Ga-ga-ga-garage
Wot do you call it?
It is what it is fam
Is this the life I chose
Or is it life that chose me
I pledge allegiance
To the flesh on the cross, the blood on the cross
Urban
alcoholics
They make you stupid with Xanax
They make you broke with designers
They use the music to confuse
The youth and influence minors
Isn't it funny how
The greatest don’t you know
Rehearsing our act
Every night
Is something special for me
An experience for you
An experience for me
Gotta get your music out there
It’s a trap from urban
I’m still trapping in urban
Pass me that smoke
It’s a trap from urban
I’m surfing on this zooties
You know life so you
loco
Going urban on some bourbon
So get some soco
My eyes be peepin on some flesh
Not even interest
We seen the best but they ain't fresh
So G that's why
Lets get smashin
Memories, Laughter, freedom on the weekend. wild crazy cheers, excitement and adventure
Energy about, music, loud, party, toast,
nuff energy whole heap ah experience
Built with cinder blocks and cement solid as a rock wi impact none cyaan prevent
Ina wi trajectory wi confident from
so much information that I never had
Tell me why modern, wanna know certain, why associate it with the urban
Why this place, but not elsewhere has
mass executions, not in black school districts
In middle to upper class white learning institutions, in rural, suburban, and urban settings I've
Been
the urban streets
Cause Lord knows (how mean streets can be)
Only describe us as soldier
Survivors
Where them gangstas?
Entertainers
They had something crazy
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