Lyrics:
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
the pavement
Looking for payment saying fuck enslavement
Usin the tools of old ancients
Announcing my engagment to this music that we making
Ain't no faking
of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper whose had his turn
Now it's my turn,
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I
going global
I don't give a fuck about a petty local
Talk a lotta' shit
I'm ripping out your vocal
Reading you just like a book, a tale
Fear in your eyes,
I'm going top shelf
I'm going militant
I'm doing bigger things
Y'all bouta feel this shit
Music my medicine
Building my legacy
You hear the vocals
is the only thing I've searched
I thought I could find it through my friends
Or maybe by following the trends
Yea, doing things as I wish
Ouh, how
bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us, so what
To die by your
slow strokes
I pray your toes curl heavily
From deep cravings of more of me
That this union be magnified
For the years we will walk with each other
Written by James Young
Lead Vocals by James Young
murolceS odrO suvoN sitpeoC tiunnA
What the devil's goin' on
Why don't your turn that music
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
beats or bars no
Let's see who's got the best facts
Aight, Nem, if you gonna spit some facts, bro
You need to talk about what you know
That's music
think sleeveless shirts and
Leather jackets look nice
What Miami club bouncer gave
You fashion advice?
Nowadays in music, it's hard to turn a profit
Got
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
never a new set
A broken record collecting a pay check
What Does Your Music Mean
When you were designed by a marketing team
And What Does Your Music
What's the meanin of ghetto fabulous
Not ridin the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary antagonist
Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music
I'm so psycho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm so mental (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What do I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sentimental (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm known to harm
The mind is a tool
That we work with the focal
Refined, reproduced
And made heard
Through the vocal
Insight is improved through
Immersing in soul so
And don't judge by the book, only judge by the words
Never liked y'all at first, yeah you know what you heard
Talking to myself like I have voices in my head
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probably based on the news
That said eight million Americans own AR-15's
And I dreamed I was doing vocals
I asked my engineer what kind of mic we're using
SOUL WORN BOOTS
“POOR HOUSE”
LYRICS & VOCAL MELODY WRITTEN BY KEITH T. DENEHY-MUSIC WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPHER SHLUNTZ
(INTRO VOCAL)
(DRIVE A MAN CRAZY,
I love you?
Lyrics Written and Rapped by Phaze (Mychal Finney)
Vocal Performed by Monique Wilson
Music Written & Produced by JString for Streethop
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