Lyrics:
"In My Bag" It
Was his first real regional hit
He made a music video for the song and
Even worried briefly that
He couldn't top it's success it
Led
And my parents
Got us another computer
I got an audio interface
And a MIDI controller
You know
POS models for sure
Latency nightmares
MIDI thing would
Break
Bre-bre-bre-break, for narration
Break two, break two
I'm in the center of a, I'm in the center of a
Musical skinner, some say the skins is
Break
Bre-bre-bre-break, for narration
Break two, break two
I'm in the center of a, I'm in the center of a
Musical skinner, some say the skins is
on the Border is a piece for computer generated tape music
and 4 tromboni. It is composed of 7 movemnts: The Prologue,
The Moment, The Yearning, The Rituel,
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
in yo plans
I shoot my shot tell me do I slam dunk
Do I stand front and center
Maybe we just start with dinner
I promise you I'm a winner in real
inside and need somewhere to smoke
I like writing music I don't wanna be an actor
Center stage and narcissistic going back to chapters
Pen and paper are
the merciless
Masquerade merging separate flows
Of music's martyrs
Threw my flag into the ground and
Claimed your land for starving artists
The masquerade merging
French toast
I should get a prescription for meds just for this flow
It's either power or it's truth in these flows feel like I'm ghost
I had music for
summers though
From Maryland to Virginia
Became a hustler
The District of Columbia
Force Me to be a sniper bro
Open fire in parking lots of Shopping centers
Can't talk about steez rocking bootcuts
Shortcuts, no confusion
I wouldn't do you if I was clueless
Hop a fence for that bunda
What I do for the music
and queen moment
For the checkmate
That's a power play on the light day
Ain't no hear say
Only you & me
For the jubilee
Put this on news week
The center line
flowing
Open to all the affection and gifts and all the good manners he's showing
He's trying to build a life for himself
Studies late computer shit
permits every time I needed to drive my 240, now I ride my bike at 240, just for the glory. Now when the police run my plates, no need to run, no just in
hittin' harder than Creed
Who fuckin' with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You'll see this center shoot,
the center inside
The placenta of math
You clash with cyanide gas and die fast
Rhythmical equivalent of solids
Liquids and gas we smash your science
With
hittin' harder than Creed
Who fuckin' with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You'll see this center shoot,
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