Lyrics:
Braintax:
First of all for all the heads who don't know by now
I'm gonna start from the top and break it all right down
My moniker is Braintax when
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
with funky bass-string plucks
And Talbott will keep it tight like Hollywood butt-tucks
The Five Fingers of Funk as prescribed by Dr. T.
Pete
my mouth boy
I'm gumbo funk hot and spicy with a clout boy
A west bank representin' is what I'm bout boy I'm bout boy
You can catch me ridin down
of funk
You get get crushed like you gave big pun the top bunk
So shut the fuck up, Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks
So get the fuck
em up
If you dont abide by the rules we gon BRAP you up
Bitches dont approach me guess its cuz of my dameanor menor
Niggas piss me off, spin the block
I cannot deny Unto despair was I thrown All that is left is now to mourn As the serpent came to Eve Lead me by charm made belief The folly of earthly
Ayo, the child born
By this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn
Consonants, protonouns worn out
(This is a parody of Hotel California by The Eagles)
From a dark desert highway we pulled into the inn
Rome called for a census, I was from
me hope
Darkness embracing wintry eves falling
All in my burned cell I say you farewell
[Bridge]
[Chorus x2]
At Christmas Eve, tomorrow's near
I hope that love will bring you here, home for a while
I'll make the best of what's for me
But I would love you
that already know ? my foes
I celebrate with a 3-by-3 ounces of mochaccino (Yeah yeah)
If you're for me ? don't even call me a hero
I'm just a simple man
przekraczają ocean
Ta ekipa ma coś na każdą okazję
Solo Mes emocje Eldo wyobraźnię
Blef i Pezet obserwację my pogodę
G funk niezbyt retro niezbyt modern
[Rappin' 4-Tay]
How would I rap? How would I rhyme? How would I get me some piece of mine?
Players like to recline, simple and expensive wine
Not that
to v noci, proto mě nezajímá den
Kafe, cígo, mikrofon, kafe, cígo, mikrofon
Mimo realitu, chilluju si, jedu zen
Mam na duši lógr, bábo můžeš věštit
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[Music & Lyrics by S. Guadagnoli]
Stand what you stand for,
I know you'll cross the line
More give some more to life
And keep it rising high
Hold
the line think that measures the ace
Dumb girl
Use me the girl is
Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb girl
Now you're a typical sexteen with no real power
What's up man?
Aight
Yo Priest what's up with that track man?
Let me represent that shit for dolo man, fuck that
Yo fuck that man, word is
bitkou
Mám vymrdanej Fiat, ty S-ko
Ale mám tvojí holku, ty eskort
Moje krev je G-funk, westcoast
To, co jsem zažil, bys nikdy neskous
Chci bejt v Mexiku,
Hase maobane
But today could change kaosane
I was raised by le oulady le bo Msizo
Always hated when my mama told me tsa mo kopa makhelwane tswekiri ho
Circle of prayer calling to angels everywhere
Halo of light around the moon
Buried in shadows strangled by the cold air
Circle of doubt hiding
Standing by my Christmas Tree
Wishing you were here with me
The snow is falling everywhere
But it's not ok when you're not there
Lonely footprints
as he could
To cover the scars on his face
And always urged his men on
But on the eve of great battle with the infantry in dream
The old general tossed
I've waited the whole year through
Spring Summer and Autumn too
Oh, but this is the season for me and you
Am I crazy?
To hope that you'll want me
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