Lyrics:
I make real fat tapes, and I like the sound
Sayin' lines from the mind, never writin' em down
Though a talent I have had for quite some time
Not
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
hear the songs You're singing over all this noise
I will be listening for the sound of Your voice
There's a little boy's eyes looking up from
at the top winking at ya
Don't play me too close I'm a certified bomb
Designed to designate all over the tape
Got my Cuban Puerto Ricans all up in
I don't remember the old voices that I ever knew
Trying to figure out the old voices, but I have no clue
I don't think I have it anywhere on tape
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
a phat new cassette
Across the West y'all
Spin around with the sound and get choice
While the clear voice rock from the ground
Stereo, it's all in
you can sell us
Money over bullshit, friction derail us (naw)
(?) niggas, yeah we take it or leave it
But know it's over since I was (?)
You nervous
straight and feet planted wide,
un-tip-over-able like the bamboo'd undulating hills,
walking slowly, making eye contact, gliding,
the sound of empty wind
(We release the sound of victory)
We release the sound over the earth, over the earth
Clap your hands oh ye people and shout to the Lord with a voice
you physically around
I've got your voice on tape
I've got your words in me
I don't want anything else
I don't want anyone else
Thing that I had
the man that I am?
A god among men, only without the tan
It's simple, every time I have to make a choice
I just listen to my little inner voice, and he says
her up the concave hill
There's rings out on the shore
Never knew the tape deck sang
Her voice is pretty good
Honey go and get your axe
Let's chop
(Need a wait to play great)
Voice in my headphones
Goes through my bones
My ears fill with sound, I don't care who's around
It pulls, pulls me
make cats disintegrate
Voice]
Well hold up you got to stop the tape
You got to prove you can rock the bricks
Me and my man going to investigate
The sound of your voice
Singing over me
Bringing peace and mercy
With a song that never ends (with a song that never ends)
Singing over me
Marvelous
been all the way to outer space
Nothing takes the place of good old tape
Tape doesn't taste like chocolate milk
Or sound like
into my sadness, fade enough to stay stable
Drift into the fables when my mind decides to take hold
Bending backwards over cliffs to hear her say
rope round' ya' neck(two rope sounds)
Duck Tape on ya wrist(tape stretching sounds)
Pistol whips to ya' skull(get em' get em')
Now here come my piss
I'll tempt fate
And I'll state it out loud:
That, unless
I miss my guess
IsI can't stand it!
Listen! Yes
That's the sound of
A hit!
It's a hit!
I'll tempt fate
And I'll state it out loud:
That, unless
I miss my guess
IsI can't stand it!
Listen! Yes
That's the sound of
A hit!
It's a hit!
broken record
Spins 'round and 'round
But tonight it feels
Like a different sound
My guts are a twisted cassette tape
I'm hanging by my heart over
out
Over us
As we lift our voice in praise
Over us
We are standing face to face
I hear a mighty sound (Hey)
Angel armies singing out
I hear
and you can't speak
With a voice to inspire yo' people
That don't mean you woke
Cause you can't sleep
Over the years we both battled cats
But yo' style
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