Lyrics:
So!
In the beginning
There was a hum
From a poet whose pulse fell
Drum drum drum!
He would perform prayers and all
Till one day he heard
catch me on that block
Catch me on that block, boy, cause this is how I roll
Holler at that shock, boy, I got beats for your soul
If you ain't know by
not be missed.
…March to the beat of the drum!
Suppress your desires, extinguish the fire inside.
Your existence is scripted, constricted by
not be missed.
…March to the beat of the drum!
Suppress your desires, extinguish the fire inside.
Your existence is scripted, constricted by
So at the party, Ren is controllin the floor
that you step and do your danceroutine
It ain't a dream my man, you're in a gangsta scene
with a villain
in operation
Banners high and drums that beat
Head held proud in declaration
Blue and yellow shall defeat
The storms grow colder day by day
(Regiments
And my apricot tree
'A fez from Algeria
An Arab drum to beat
A little gilt sword
And a parakeet?'
And he smiled and he kissed me
As strong
the prayers that weave poetry through drum beats
Victory
Step inside the mind of a soon-to-be legendary
Straight paramilitary
Brother Ali exist to read
me, and they down with the reason
Changing up the seasons, white bunny, red rum
I took it by the head and fucking beat it like a drum
If you got
like a drum machine
You can't get me
I was lost in my home town
Got my feet up off the ground
You're out
You can't see me
I am hidden by the sun
Like
You power up the studio and
Bring them to life now play the beat that
Trickles through the halls
Or else your life is nevermore
Don't worry chum
It's
Hey
Big Jerm
Cool, cool beat that we made here, man
I played the keys, you play the drums
Did a little bass on this one
Uh
Hey
Ha, alright,
me
Betta load up your drums
Load up your guns
Everybody better get to runnin'
You don't want it with me
I'm a lyrical cynical rippin' ya
on the other end
Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing
Fuck dem chicken wings
Last able man standing
Follow what? I ain't
with two cents would know I'm
A hardcore player from the streets
Rapping about hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
A little different than
They talking bout smoke beat your block bend it backwards
They think I’m really a rapper
They don’t even know in real life I ain’t sh*t but a trapper
I
Spending cash like it's nothing, bands we got 50
In the whip hit a drive-by, Vice City
You leave the house for work and we pound your girl's tiddies
Inner Drum
In the distance echoes a beat,
low and softly
In here, it's warm and cozy, who
would ever want to leave?
Sometimes interesting sounds
every minute
Energizer Bunny
On the drums with it
Give it to you good
Give it to right
Make one night
The time of your Life
Beat it up like
man, life can be so empty
Stay away from 'cause I'm dancin' to quite a different drum beat
Soon as my flow starts
I compose art like the ghost
Look, every time you see me I'm surrounded by them snipers
You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy,
the trouble
And two for the time
I’m a kick it to the beat
’cause she sure is fine
I kick it to your snare, whisper in her ear
Make it sound crisper wit
for a king
By the time we got to arizona
Tommorrows a long time
We got god on our side
Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride
A poison goin
and
The noses left numb
As I'm led down this path to
The beat of a different drum
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I'm conquering my giants
And all by my lonesome
I'm conquering
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