Lyrics:
Rockin' it... rockin' it
Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from the launchin pad as we blast off
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
Still today's music has become the Matrix
And the real rhythm is in the red pill
So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone
And I hope you got
the light
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks
Baby go head, show the universe a champion
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered
to suggest improvements in creation
Just simply a way of waking up
A way of waking up
Nothing is accomplished by writing a piece of music
Nothing is
Music is the healing force of the world
It's understood by every man woman boy and girl
And that's why that's why I say
I love music
Any kind of music
backstage then they be screaming for more
This is HIPHOP and it won't stop
Put your body in the Trance let your head rock listen to the BOOM BAP
Music from
overrated and blatantly
Ima say it, they're awful, their music is insanely
Terrible, now how much of you lads agree
None of ya
Well that's fine, screw K-Pop,
In my memory, I will always see
The town that I loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall
And they laughed through the smoke
blows my mind (yeah)
music lift me up, it blows my mind
Uh, music help controls my mind so I never lose it
and if I ever get sad music amuse me
music is
live
Come play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk, females
songs
But that is where, my friend, you're wrong
It's all like some trophy to be won
So the country music family's a joke
It's like some not-so-funny
And Saturday I've got to sing at a wedding
Oh God, is there dancing, 'cause I'm not a dancer
You don't have to, we'll segue the
End of it into the dance we
could dig it if you could call him from stage. His name is Dirty Tom Nomads M.C.," signed "Thanks, Bear" or "Bean," I can't tell . . . Well, if he's out
We'll cover the floor by just tossin' it
Pain and tears, we'll have to dispose
This is how the music of music goes on
I know what I say will turn out
couldn't stand me
Wanna smack me cause my hand to hand with the grams is grammy
This that drug dealer music
Drug dealer
Drug dealer music
Mmhmm
Drugs
Its
(There Won't Be No Rock 'N' Roll)
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Well, it's only gonna be about an hour, friend
'Til they dam your favorite
it up pick it up
Pick it up pick it up
Feeling our rhythm
Don't need no help
Feeling our music
We'll groove by ourselves
the truth
That's why you'll see me posted up in the booth
Music saved my life
So ima do it right
My weapon is this mic
And shoot you bitch I might
Music saved
it's an adult show you have to be 18
Our record is a year old, but with all the publicity
There's a lot of people, curiosity is aroused
We're selling
existence
By any means necessary
By any means necessary
March music march music
Music we can march to
March music march music
Music we can march to
I don't
been
Well this space cowboy and country music maverick
Flew to the moon and there you have it
And it ain't happened since and it's never gonna happen
play, more than a lot
Give it a shot, verses cannot be made by a bot
Words from the heart are what I've got
My hug is warm and my kiss is hot
Music
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
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