Lyrics:
even mean that in a romantic way
I'm talking plutonic don't have a best friend I would call and say
Hey man I appreciate you everyday
Sticking by me
DEATH MAKES NO SOUND
Music by Tuomas Wäinölä and Ville Pusa
Lyrics by Tuomas Wäinölä
Lost along the fields of war your soul is broken.
Stars aligned
(Chorus)
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthafucker
SOUND OFF, all my niggas in
Now, the effects of such lyrics on a well adjusted child may not be cataclysmic
Senator Hollings: It's outrageous filth!
Senator Trible: Rather
Talking:
what's that big baby?
You know what's sound dog
They gon' like this here, ya heard me?
They go like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck 'em
Niggas claim they want my conscious lyrics but ain't appreciate it when they had it
Niggas act like they gon' hold you down but when you need a favor
bright stars in the sky
Messages of love lifting us high above the night
Dance through the darkness, back to life
Composed by Viktor Kempeny, Lyrics
Lyrics don't come from my pen
Desk full of empty papers, pens broken
Poetry to the beat of the music
It sounds so easy and I try and I try
But the trick
a triple twister
What comes around, goes around Ill close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
Okay, remain
“Last Dreamer"
Lyric by Alice Albertazzi
Last dreamer
lonely soul
don't fall apart now
you're the silent one
Flowing sound
passing shade
and your
Captain America on Ferris wheels
But it ain't fiction, it's fact, boy, beware, it's real
Them lyrics you wield equal zero to a hero's shield
Mr.
Lyrics erzählen Geschichten tief und weit
In der Melodie gefangen mein Schatz ist by my side
Die Emotionen fließen wie Farben so weit
Gefangen in der
the student kills the teacher
Any last words before I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and pray
[lyrics in Creole]
You don't got knowledge
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
Singing em lyrics hit different
D'void of funk so my set don't Slop
I'm kind of Cosmic like Vernon
I rap around the mic like Fuzzy
And like Starchild and Grady
I grab the funk by the neck
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
When everyone was listening, you could just blast them by yourself
And learn every fucking lyric to them
I loved it so much, it was like hysterics
in Burma
Lyrics Superb to the letter, Flows all night, Like Bed wetters
Sound shakes fetters, Better and slicker, Than rattler
Snakes are imitated By
records.
I ain't had a crazy verse in a while now.
Type of verse that sounds just like a pile of sounds.
Mashed together in rhythmical fashion.
That's
stay in your proper spot
Fuck a physician's assistant I need a proper doc
Fuck wit or don't fuck wit it, don't forget it
Hush critics with plush lyrics
chains, unlike Game I lack fame
I jack his name, Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Put it in my lyrics so that I can sound the same
Wanted to sound like 50 first but
when
We're comin to your town?
Run, get your tape recorder
Tape the newest sound
It's just hip-hop-reggae-reggae-reggae-reggae
Rap
Done by the crew,
glistening
And she don't know the lyrics but she listening
She listen to every single thing I drop to this day
Shorty hit my phone
Ask me if I'm free for
thought I was a criminal
Use my lyrics deadly, just like a chemical
It's essential to my path, it's my limit
But I go overboard by the time that I finish
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