Lyrics:
and prove,
And do thatdance, until it don't move,
Doowutchyalike,
Sometimes I bite.
Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat,
And if you're
We built the robot, called Voltron
Who will replace the music industry in ten years
We're working on him right now
Everybody sound the same
had sound
There are things we can do
But from the things that work there are only two
And from the two that we choose to do
Peace will win and fear
there's no comparison
And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin
But I understand coz you're mentally slow
'Cause I can tell from the jump you're too
"Thank you, thank you, you're far too kind"
You heard everybody's music, but wait 'til you hear mine
They either hate or they on your side
Fuck it, we
Fred: check Slim Shady do the mic kid
Eminem: I dont do black music I dont do white music
I make fight music for high school kids I put lives
at risk
And do thatdance, until it don't move,
Doowutchyalike,
Sometimes I bite.
Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat,
And if you're dirty,
and Flavor Unit in effect
It's Queen Latifah with the RE posse
Flavor Unit sound
Broken down by the Boogie Down (Productions)
Slip and slide to a Sly & Robbie
the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no Old Gold, no cocaine, or Buddha cess.
It Feels To Play A Little Music
Tears Running Down My Face 'Cause I Love To Do It
And No One Can Stop This Flow From Flowing On
A Flow Master In
on coming, never learn
They fill their diaries page by page
And make it sound so thrilling
They're searching for the real thing
They're flushed and they
that's the repercussions like when your cousin is causing the blood
Then you're by yourself at the Compton parade, he said
Aye, look, homie, I
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
In the place to be
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince
Ay Jeff, do me a favor, give em just a lil touch of the bass
Not a lot, just a lil'
You'll lend wings to my words
Somewhere when the band is gone
And the music of my song
Is just right for lovers.
You're what I want more than
stares
In a world of wrongness and
Fights for the strongest
What's the innocent to do when
The fight gets brought, kid?
No way you're that scared of my
want to say
Instead of reading a paper that sounds read
It sounds narrated unless you
Wanna do it narrated
What if a dream was reality
And reality was
on the turntable, I got taps
It started burning up, wires smoking
Had to be the sound coming straight from Oakland
$hort Dog, it's a mack attack
My name is Too
And keep me 'way from your friends
They'll probably try to do me, do me (do me)
I sip on my Yack, I kiss on your back
I have you like, "Ooh, ooh don't
just let me do it now
Keep my feet on the ground
Keep my head in the clouds
Electrified by the sound
It comes from the down, and
We changed
to do a song with these niggas
Doc, I think its time for you to open up the pharmacy nigga
And change this fuckin' music shit my nigga, you should
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
kid said simple and plain
Let's battle - it kinda took me by surprise
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain't got
always round to eat
Crossin' circles, countin' thousands at a thousand feet
Countin' sheep and he's sound asleep
Summoned from the deep, now I float,
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