Lyrics:
Yeah, start wit' that one
Yo, yo, yo
My acoustic pugilistic lingustic rap fabric
Is a mixture of Arabic, Sanscrit, English, italics
I talk
Drums: Liam Genockey
Bass Guitar: Pete Zorn
Keyboards: Ian Lynn
Woodblocks: Frank Ricotti
Acoustic Guitar: Gerry Rafferty
Clarinets/Strings Arranged By
If my life had a soundtrack it would be acoustic
With songs about the way I laugh
At my ability to love things that I can't have
If my life were
dropped by the cops
I'm bad, understand me with the game I kick
I got crazy bitches like a Trojan on my dick
Yo Hobb we got more rep than Lucky Luciano
Look I just wanna feel alright
Chill out with the guys
Party all through the night
You know that normal life
Take me back to the time
Look I just
yet to see
It's tough when I think I need clarity lately it's a rarity
Through all the disparity of feeling like I'm barely comparing to the heir in me
(Ronny J, listen up)
This that Zu shit, suwoo maroon shit
Niggas talkin' all that shit but
They ain't really doin' it
Niggas say that he a goon
He
see
Unless a rando at a show is propositioning me
That's when they step in
My eclectic imperfections all reflected
I keep them all repressed but if I
The Terminal Tavern
By David Wilcox
Ah, what a beautiful place.
It is so lush and quiet in these walls.
It's a place where the sound really stands
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
and jumped in the pool
She threw her pants over there by the little table
Well, one of the guys in the band picked up het panties
(he told me later the stuff
Ionika back to attack on a cypher (I'm back)
Bag all the cash, you can call me a miser (Yuh, yuh)
Blaze on every track, baby hand me the lighter
Waving
Que sorte a Nossa / Here and all around _ Mário Leite Acoustic Mashup
Diz que pensa tanto em mim
Que tá querendo me ver
Diz que tá me lembrando
wire
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream,
a addict for this rap shit
Feel the world gon' know my passion, in two years it'll happen
Never could catch me up lacking, I put all my eggs in one basket
the mire
You looking at one of the Vivid Kind alumni
You should know these type of rhythms are hard to come by
Acoustic panels bounce vibrations like
Get a chainsaw bro
You feel me
Nigga talkin' crazy like
The pull game ain't stupid
It's about to be a chainsaw massacre if I don't get my money
Some niggas say they dogs but to me they just shitzu's
I pencils down through all the thoughts and the issues
All the principals had to keep it
the trips
And tend after your tails
Or tie me to the kitchen chair if all else fails
Acoustic treats, sadistic beats
Get your shoes, move your feet
an anonymous tip
Don't you wait for me to bless you, no
You know nothing about me yet
(You know nothing about me, you know nothing about me)
By the time you
me to bless you, no
You know nothing about me yet
(You know nothing about me, you know nothing about me)
By the time you get this message I've turned
All i see is dead people
Dead presidents in my residence is it heaven sent
Cash rule everything around me
Smell the money it's like brains to a zombie
I
what it's worth
All my life I was searching for nothing but white noise
Static sounds look around reveal the answer
Static sounds don't bring me down
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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