Hype Hop (CEV3019)
Ces protégés de Radio Nova proposent un subtil mélange entre le hip-hop orchestral de Wax Tailor et les beats pointus de J Dilla. Ajoutez à cela des teintes old school façon « A Tribe Called Quest », du Jazz, de la Pop et du Funk. Chaque titre en version originale + instrumentale.
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Back in the Days
[CEV3019 - 1] -
1
- 1'55
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Vocal Hip-hop. Soulful. Bass synth & decisive beat. BPM 91.
- urbain, rap, actuel, attitude, chanté en anglais [...]
Titre : Back in the DaysRéférence : CEV3019 - 1Compositeur(s): Oogo [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900570
BACK IN THE DAY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks
Music by Oogo
(Chorus)
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
(repeat)
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a rubix cube
Small minded nigga's always be talking.
He had to go overseas to do his walking.
Fuck y'all I hope you live to do his walking.
for hating on success your bullshit is often.
You think you know me from a style that change
Like climax's that we living this life time is strange.
Edit profile, safe mode will rearrange like the groups that I done been in
Where do I begin?
Katskillz was III
Natural soul build with my brother, then we add Madwreck to form the Others.
Started great, but late we got off of the page, so i Took the stage instead of turning to rage.
Almost quit this shit, the diabolic flip, heading to the palace of Prime in Southtropolis.
Popodapolis, the father of Asha's gift was the best thing I done in my life so bust this.
Ever been to the store and brought a rubix cube?
I compare myself to that shit dude.
When you try to figure me out, the color's which squares
level's raise like metal gear, open and beware.
It's like you straining your vein
Attaching to brains
To put it down man you can't play these games.
What up cuz-o
I manifesto
Turn in to slick-co
Asshole, rude, crude, figure the rubix cube.
(Chorus)
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore…
Back in the days
urbain, rap, actuel, attitude, chanté en anglais, hip-hop, paysage urbain, catchy, beat making, sample, chanteur , confiant, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, pub, vocal, 1990, 2000, choriste femme, groovy, percussion électronique, mode, relax, vie quotidienne, indolent, rythmique, laid-back, 1980, enfance (paroles), marchant, medium, série contemporaine, synthétiseur, version principale
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Back in the Days
[CEV3019 - 2] - 0
- 1'58
- La Fine Equipe
- Laid-back & smart instrumental Hip-hop with female voice. BPM 91
- beat making, hip-hop, 2000, boucle, mode [...]
Titre : Back in the DaysRéférence : CEV3019 - 2Compositeur(s): Oogo [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900575
BACK IN THE DAY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks
Music by Oogo
(Chorus)
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
(repeat)
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a rubix cube
Small minded nigga's always be talking.
He had to go overseas to do his walking.
Fuck y'all I hope you live to do his walking.
for hating on success your bullshit is often.
You think you know me from a style that change
Like climax's that we living this life time is strange.
Edit profile, safe mode will rearrange like the groups that I done been in
Where do I begin?
Katskillz was III
Natural soul build with my brother, then we add Madwreck to form the Others.
Started great, but late we got off of the page, so i Took the stage instead of turning to rage.
Almost quit this shit, the diabolic flip, heading to the palace of Prime in Southtropolis.
Popodapolis, the father of Asha's gift was the best thing I done in my life so bust this.
Ever been to the store and brought a rubix cube?
I compare myself to that shit dude.
When you try to figure me out, the color's which squares
level's raise like metal gear, open and beware.
It's like you straining your vein
Attaching to brains
To put it down man you can't play these games.
What up cuz-o
I manifesto
Turn in to slick-co
Asshole, rude, crude, figure the rubix cube.
(Chorus)
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore…
Back in the days
beat making, hip-hop, 2000, boucle, mode, série contemporaine, underscore, urbain, laid-back, choriste femme, classe, confiant, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, groovy, 1990, nocturne, relax, sensuel, vie quotidienne, rêveur, rythmique, art contemporain, cyclique, instrumental, marchant, medium, programmation, travelling, version alternative, vocal
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The Hokey Pokey
[CEV3019 - 3] -
1
- 2'22
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Acid & swingy Bossa/Hip-hop. male vocal. BPM 98.
- hip-hop, urbain, chanté en anglais, rap, 2000 [...]
Titre : The Hokey PokeyRéférence : CEV3019 - 3Compositeur(s): Oogo [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900520
THE HOKEY POKEY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks, Music by Oogo
(Chorus)
You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around
That's what it's all about. (repeat)
Ladies, money, and clothes.
Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's.
Guest appearances to make your album hot right?
I love so and so, but most don't even write.
Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar.
I love Red Letter Blue
Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums
but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.
Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it.
I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.
Time on my side and I spit the planet sound.
See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound.
Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala
with a vest that protects his chest,
saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow,
how i make it when Im building my model
building a sorrow with a hope.
Dope how I insert the music
I choose it, different from the next like sex
out of the birds nest, comes one with the image.
Majors all alone the shit is all finish.
So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store.
Throw rocks at the body shock kid.
Man he drowned trying to do what I did.
For the love of women tall and the smell
I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about
(Chorus)
How you
Put your left foot in
You take it on out
Put your left foot in
and you twist it, and you shake it all about
Now
You put your right foot in
take your right foot out
Put your right foot in
and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's how we all fall down to the sound
To the sound nigga
To the sound
To the sound
So gather round
Who
Who got it that
You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around
(repeat)
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about
I said that's what it's all about
That's what it's all about
Shake it
Shake it Shake it all around
(repeat)
hip-hop, urbain, chanté en anglais, rap, 2000, actuel, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, chanteur , mode, vie quotidienne, vocal, 1990, beat making, choriste femme, confiant, dansant, entraînant, percussion électronique, rythmique, exotique, festif, déterminé, flûte traversière, groovy, série contemporaine, clubbing, jazzy, urgent, version principale
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The Hokey Pokey
[CEV3019 - 4] - 0
- 2'20
- La Fine Equipe
- Up & jazzy instrumental Bossa/Hip-hop. Female voice & flute. BPM 98.
- beat making, gai & joyeux, urbain, hip-hop, classe [...]
Titre : The Hokey PokeyRéférence : CEV3019 - 4Compositeur(s): Oogo [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900525
THE HOKEY POKEY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks, Music by Oogo
(Chorus)
You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around
That's what it's all about. (repeat)
Ladies, money, and clothes.
Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's.
Guest appearances to make your album hot right?
I love so and so, but most don't even write.
Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar.
I love Red Letter Blue
Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums
but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.
Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it.
I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.
Time on my side and I spit the planet sound.
See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound.
Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala
with a vest that protects his chest,
saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow,
how i make it when Im building my model
building a sorrow with a hope.
Dope how I insert the music
I choose it, different from the next like sex
out of the birds nest, comes one with the image.
Majors all alone the shit is all finish.
So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store.
Throw rocks at the body shock kid.
Man he drowned trying to do what I did.
For the love of women tall and the smell
I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about
(Chorus)
How you
Put your left foot in
You take it on out
Put your left foot in
and you twist it, and you shake it all about
Now
You put your right foot in
take your right foot out
Put your right foot in
and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's how we all fall down to the sound
To the sound nigga
To the sound
To the sound
So gather round
Who
Who got it that
You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around
(repeat)
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about
I said that's what it's all about
That's what it's all about
Shake it
Shake it Shake it all around
(repeat)
beat making, gai & joyeux, urbain, hip-hop, classe, comédie romantique, mode, 2000, choriste femme, confiant, entraînant, flûte, rythmique, underscore, vie quotidienne, cuisine & déco, dansant, retenu, sensuel, 1990, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, exotique, ironique & malicieux, sautillant, Amérique Centrale, Amérique du Sud, catchy, groovy, instrumental, jazzy, latin jazz, piano acoustique, rythmé, saccadé, version alternative, vocal
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10 Seconds
[CEV3019 - 5] -
1
- 2'27
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Ethnic Hip-hop. Male vocal & percussions. BPM 100.
- rap, chanté en anglais, actuel, urbain, 2000 [...]
Titre : 10 SecondsRéférence : CEV3019 - 5Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900510
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus)
6 seconds
5 seconds
4 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
3 seconds
2 seconds
1 second
Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight,
I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to
So What it do ?
Relay the verses right back to you
so you act a fool
The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters
some rock timberland, some rock with gators
Some all natural, but still get their power pulled
Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule.
Duel with this expertise mic handle,
out of order generating dudes be lighting candles.
Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark,
I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it
They after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
It takes seconds
Mattic's after you
To make a track
Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world
Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more
This is classic encounters
Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes.
And out of shape fat people other words obesity.
To get along with everyone, no you history.
You shitting me or can you just not see ?
In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate
The expediter
Restored to mentor
When I the television on I witness all the gluttony.
But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the,
focus of my sanity, body and soul
love and weather, fall apart and build back together.
My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words,
I love you
At all cost
My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ?
Yo check it out now, witness the floss because,
I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus)
10 seconds
9 seconds
8 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
7 seconds
6 seconds
5 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
4 seconds
3 seconds
2 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
1 second
1 second
No seconds
Mr. Mat your on
On on on
Mr. Mat your on
(repeat)
rap, chanté en anglais, actuel, urbain, 2000, beat making, hip-hop, vocal, chanteur , confiant, mode, percussion électronique, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, marchant, nocturne, série contemporaine, vie quotidienne, rythmique, acoustique, Afrique, art contemporain, balancement, catchy, errant, fier, film d'action, lourd, medium, musique (paroles), version principale
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10 Seconds
[CEV3019 - 6] - 0
- 2'18
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental ethnnic Hip-hop. Percussion, flute & male voice. BPM 100.
- underscore, hip-hop, 2000, beat making, classe [...]
Titre : 10 SecondsRéférence : CEV3019 - 6Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900515
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus)
6 seconds
5 seconds
4 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
3 seconds
2 seconds
1 second
Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight,
I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to
So What it do ?
Relay the verses right back to you
so you act a fool
The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters
some rock timberland, some rock with gators
Some all natural, but still get their power pulled
Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule.
Duel with this expertise mic handle,
out of order generating dudes be lighting candles.
Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark,
I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it
They after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
Only seconds
Mattic's after you
It takes seconds
Mattic's after you
To make a track
Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world
Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more
This is classic encounters
Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes.
And out of shape fat people other words obesity.
To get along with everyone, no you history.
You shitting me or can you just not see ?
In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate
The expediter
Restored to mentor
When I the television on I witness all the gluttony.
But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the,
focus of my sanity, body and soul
love and weather, fall apart and build back together.
My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words,
I love you
At all cost
My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ?
Yo check it out now, witness the floss because,
I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus)
10 seconds
9 seconds
8 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
7 seconds
6 seconds
5 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
4 seconds
3 seconds
2 seconds
Mr. Mat your on
1 second
1 second
No seconds
Mr. Mat your on
On on on
Mr. Mat your on
(repeat)
underscore, hip-hop, 2000, beat making, classe, urbain, exotique, flûte, marchant, tambourin, entraînant, Fender Rhodes, road movie, rythmique, travelling, 1990, acoustique, Amérique du Sud, art contemporain, chanteur , désert chaud, déterminé, errant, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, film d'action, insouciant, instrumental, medium, métallique, mode, panoramique, relax, safari , version alternative, vocal
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Light
[CEV3019 - 7] -
1
- 3'35
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female voice. BPM 92
- rap, actuel, hip-hop, urbain, rythmé [...]
Titre : LightRéférence : CEV3019 - 7Compositeur(s): Oogo [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Astrid Engberg [KODA] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900580
THE LIGHT
Lyrics by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.
Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song)
Oogo Oogo
Fantastic
Chomsky
I be on the planet I be rocking that shit
I be on the planet I be making them hits
MR. FANTASTIC
III beats from the words I speak
It's the light from the uh…uh uh
Banka
Wax Tailor
Mr Gib
Mr Fantastic
I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats
We be on the planet we be making that heat
We be on the planet and the style is unique
Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek
On your territory I'm ah take ah leak
let it all out
Top high like Mt. Everest to the peak
for you mountain climbers we be on the planet
Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek
That is the style from beneath
Underground, Underground from the PLANET
rap, actuel, hip-hop, urbain, rythmé, 2000, beat making, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, percussion électronique, rythmique, vocal, chanteur , confiant, déterminé, fier, film d'action, groovy, marchant, rigoureux, sample, laid-back, 1990, chanteuse, choriste femme, medium, musique (paroles), nocturne, série contemporaine, synthétiseur, version principale, vie quotidienne
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Light
[CEV3019 - 8] - 0
- 2'01
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back & linear.BPM 92.
- beat making, underscore, urbain, rap, 1980 [...]
Titre : LightRéférence : CEV3019 - 8Compositeur(s): Astrid Engberg [KODA] - Oogo [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900585
THE LIGHT
Lyrics by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.
Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song)
Oogo Oogo
Fantastic
Chomsky
I be on the planet I be rocking that shit
I be on the planet I be making them hits
MR. FANTASTIC
III beats from the words I speak
It's the light from the uh…uh uh
Banka
Wax Tailor
Mr Gib
Mr Fantastic
I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats
We be on the planet we be making that heat
We be on the planet and the style is unique
Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek
On your territory I'm ah take ah leak
let it all out
Top high like Mt. Everest to the peak
for you mountain climbers we be on the planet
Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek
That is the style from beneath
Underground, Underground from the PLANET
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Think 4 Yourself
[CEV3019 - 9] -
1
- 2'36
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop song with a 60's feel. Female lead vocal. BPM 94.
- chanté en anglais, confiant, hip-hop, urbain, vocal [...]
Titre : Think 4 YourselfRéférence : CEV3019 - 9Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem] - Astrid Engberg [KODA]Auteur(s) : Astrid Engberg [KODA] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900530
Think 4 Yourself
Lyrics by Astrid Engberg and Mattic Parks. Music by Chomsk'
(rap)Get up in the morning
black coffee
milk is overdue
pick up some old cassette
set my feelings
I take my time
says a friend of mine
but I don't mind,
I don't mind if I don't find
They get to go
see me laying
Think
4 yourself
x2
Cause the streets
don't seem gray
when you're on my mind
and when you know
well I feel fine
How about you ?
Description of your problems
Man I know it all connects
Get up on the go
You never going to figure out talking to everybody
need to think for yourself
I say
This mans there's dimensions you ain't tapped in yet.
Got your focus all wrong but I bet
The test is a classroom and you might fail
win some lose some, it's all swell.
Description of your problems I know the next person
need to get up on the go, got to get up on the, get up on the…
You never going to figure out taking advice
Got ah think, got ah think, got ah think for yourself allright.
chanté en anglais, confiant, hip-hop, urbain, vocal, beat making, chanteuse, classe, film d'action, mode, percussion électronique, sensuel, 2000, chanteur , entraînant, rap, relax, vie quotidienne, 1990, groovy, rythmique, catchy, clubbing, dansant, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, mal-être / folie (paroles) , marchant, medium, plein air, sample, travelling, version principale
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Think 4 Yourself
[CEV3019 - 10] - 0
- 2'14
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Hip-hop with a 60's feel. Up & relaxed underscore. BPM 94
- actuel, boucle, confiant, hip-hop, underscore [...]
Titre : Think 4 YourselfRéférence : CEV3019 - 10Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem] - Astrid Engberg [KODA] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900535
Think 4 Yourself
Lyrics by Astrid Engberg and Mattic Parks. Music by Chomsk'
(rap)Get up in the morning
black coffee
milk is overdue
pick up some old cassette
set my feelings
I take my time
says a friend of mine
but I don't mind,
I don't mind if I don't find
They get to go
see me laying
Think
4 yourself
x2
Cause the streets
don't seem gray
when you're on my mind
and when you know
well I feel fine
How about you ?
Description of your problems
Man I know it all connects
Get up on the go
You never going to figure out talking to everybody
need to think for yourself
I say
This mans there's dimensions you ain't tapped in yet.
Got your focus all wrong but I bet
The test is a classroom and you might fail
win some lose some, it's all swell.
Description of your problems I know the next person
need to get up on the go, got to get up on the, get up on the…
You never going to figure out taking advice
Got ah think, got ah think, got ah think for yourself allright.
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Everybody Wants
[CEV3019 - 11] -
1
- 4'26
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop. Male vocale. Detroit style. BPM 98.
- rap, hip-hop, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, urbain [...]
Titre : Everybody WantsRéférence : CEV3019 - 11Compositeur(s): Oogo [Sacem]Auteur(s) : John Mc Kiever [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [Sacem]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900610
Everybody Wants
Lyrics by Mattic Madwreck, F.P. & Beat by Oogo
(chorus)
La la la
Lalalalalala
La la la
Lalalalalala
La la la la
(Mattic's Part)
I want her in the worst way
but first let me talk about her
Describe the madam, cause it hit me like what's happen
Walking in Le Havre
She's the one I Got to have
Juggling with my words
Hoping that my poking cause a stabbing
Her frame, jabbing to my face
open the case and see
the best imprint of star elegance
Relax, let me tell you something bout yourself
Pass over like a passport the password is wealth.
Rich a man would be if he seen you on the regular
Up inside his head, got my thoughts perpendicular
Endless to your beauty cause the eyes will never lie
That's a quote from the Wreckester
Your shine can't hide.
(chorus)
Girl you got me singing all night long
Girl you got me sanging this same song
Girl you got me singing all night long
Girl you got me sanging this same song
La la la That's what I want
Lalalalalala
La la la
Lalalalalala That's what I want
La la la la
Get nasty with it
rap, hip-hop, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, urbain, vocal, actuel, beat making, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, 1990, 2000, chanteur , fier, percussion électronique, catchy, entraînant, groovy, rythmé, clubbing, dansant, déterminé, rythmique, série contemporaine, 1980, amour (paroles), film d'action, medium, sample, version principale, vie quotidienne
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Everybody Wants
[CEV3019 - 12] - 0
- 2'23
- La Fine Equipe
- Hip-hop. Detroit style. Underscore.Male & female voices.BPM 98.
- hip-hop, urbain, 1990, 2000, beat making [...]
Titre : Everybody WantsRéférence : CEV3019 - 12Compositeur(s): Johnny Madwreck [Sacem] - Oogo [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [BMI]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900615
Everybody Wants
Lyrics by Mattic Madwreck, F.P. & Beat by Oogo
(chorus)
La la la
Lalalalalala
La la la
Lalalalalala
La la la la
(Mattic's Part)
I want her in the worst way
but first let me talk about her
Describe the madam, cause it hit me like what's happen
Walking in Le Havre
She's the one I Got to have
Juggling with my words
Hoping that my poking cause a stabbing
Her frame, jabbing to my face
open the case and see
the best imprint of star elegance
Relax, let me tell you something bout yourself
Pass over like a passport the password is wealth.
Rich a man would be if he seen you on the regular
Up inside his head, got my thoughts perpendicular
Endless to your beauty cause the eyes will never lie
That's a quote from the Wreckester
Your shine can't hide.
(chorus)
Girl you got me singing all night long
Girl you got me sanging this same song
Girl you got me singing all night long
Girl you got me sanging this same song
La la la That's what I want
Lalalalalala
La la la
Lalalalalala That's what I want
La la la la
Get nasty with it
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Check 1-2
[CEV3019 - 13] -
1
- 3'40
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. BPM 87.
- rap, actuel, 1990, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, hip-hop [...]
Titre : Check 1-2Référence : CEV3019 - 13Compositeur(s): Mathieu Gibert [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900640
CHECK 1-2
Lyrics by Mattic
Beat by Mr.Gib
(Chorus)
It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
This is for my lady
See this is what made me
This is for my baby
This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
This is for my lady
(2nd Verse)
I never seen nobody like you
Your the one that I choose from your, head to your toes
from your cap to your shoes, I figure…
With a woman like this I can't lose
Two's for most men set with rules.
The do's and don't
Have not's I been shot, by a angel with a cannon
how'd the phantom get caught?
Like handcuffs on the waist of a cop
I'm i arrested?
Cause good women are hard to find lucky me has invested like money in Wahcovia
Love Being all over ya.
You can't tell
is the mission failed?
Pitching pennies to the bottom of wells till I excel
Let's get up on a cruise boat floating without a sail.
So that me and you can gel in heaven and hell swell.
You hit it on the nail and your body got cherry smell.
She loving my clientele
Queen we rock well and straighten up the frame like muscles on Mele Mel.
I'm not a MC who talking all that junk about who can beat who
sound like ah punk
I just get down and I go for mines and say check one two and walk down the line
It's so much baby yea give it sometime and say check one two and walk the thin line
My lady loving me true to mankind and say check one two, she more then a dime
say what?
She more then a dime
Say what?
She more then a dime
(Chorus)
Check one two
And walk down the line
(Repeat)
Check one two
There is a thin line
(Repeat)
I been in my car driving miles ad miles
Thinking bout your eyes and the way your face smiles
Yo I been in my house walking room to room
night to afternoon and this is what i consume
Your sweet perfume, sit under a full moon, Feeling beams catching photograph views of every seen.
A dream, it seems that's what i walked into
Self denial is destructive when alone with you.
Seize every opportunity, I check one two
I don't worry about no dudes really fucking with you.
If I was working at the club you would not pay, but we to old for that i got something to say.
I take it back like Dilla, my whole being is cool
So look at me and look at you (what)
Look at me, and look at you (what)
Look at me, and look at you
(Chorus)
It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
This is for my lady
See this is what made me
This is for my baby
This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
Come here baby
rap, actuel, 1990, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, hip-hop, urbain, beat making, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, vocal, 2000, chanteur , percussion électronique, vibraphone, laid-back, relax, série contemporaine, rythmique, amour (paroles), déterminé, film d'action, flashback, fx vinyle, groovy, medium, sample, trompette, version principale, vie quotidienne
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Check 1-2
[CEV3019 - 14] - 0
- 2'40
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Old-School Hip-hop. Vibraphone & brass. Undersore. BPM 87.
- hip-hop, 1990, beat making, mode, underscore [...]
Titre : Check 1-2Référence : CEV3019 - 14Compositeur(s): Mathieu Gibert [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900645
CHECK 1-2
Lyrics by Mattic
Beat by Mr.Gib
(Chorus)
It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
This is for my lady
See this is what made me
This is for my baby
This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
This is for my lady
(2nd Verse)
I never seen nobody like you
Your the one that I choose from your, head to your toes
from your cap to your shoes, I figure…
With a woman like this I can't lose
Two's for most men set with rules.
The do's and don't
Have not's I been shot, by a angel with a cannon
how'd the phantom get caught?
Like handcuffs on the waist of a cop
I'm i arrested?
Cause good women are hard to find lucky me has invested like money in Wahcovia
Love Being all over ya.
You can't tell
is the mission failed?
Pitching pennies to the bottom of wells till I excel
Let's get up on a cruise boat floating without a sail.
So that me and you can gel in heaven and hell swell.
You hit it on the nail and your body got cherry smell.
She loving my clientele
Queen we rock well and straighten up the frame like muscles on Mele Mel.
I'm not a MC who talking all that junk about who can beat who
sound like ah punk
I just get down and I go for mines and say check one two and walk down the line
It's so much baby yea give it sometime and say check one two and walk the thin line
My lady loving me true to mankind and say check one two, she more then a dime
say what?
She more then a dime
Say what?
She more then a dime
(Chorus)
Check one two
And walk down the line
(Repeat)
Check one two
There is a thin line
(Repeat)
I been in my car driving miles ad miles
Thinking bout your eyes and the way your face smiles
Yo I been in my house walking room to room
night to afternoon and this is what i consume
Your sweet perfume, sit under a full moon, Feeling beams catching photograph views of every seen.
A dream, it seems that's what i walked into
Self denial is destructive when alone with you.
Seize every opportunity, I check one two
I don't worry about no dudes really fucking with you.
If I was working at the club you would not pay, but we to old for that i got something to say.
I take it back like Dilla, my whole being is cool
So look at me and look at you (what)
Look at me, and look at you (what)
Look at me, and look at you
(Chorus)
It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
This is for my lady
See this is what made me
This is for my baby
This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy
This is for my lady
Come here baby
hip-hop, 1990, beat making, mode, underscore, urbain, classe, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, série contemporaine, 2000, nocturne, relax, vie quotidienne, laid-back, groovy, vibraphone, déterminé, rythmique, art contemporain, film d'action, flashback, fx vinyle, instrumental, medium, rêveur, sample, trompette, version alternative, vocal
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Ghost Music
[CEV3019 - 15] -
1
- 3'38
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop. Wonky music. Video games fx. Male vocal. BPM 92.
- rap, 2000, actuel, hip-hop, urbain [...]
Titre : Ghost MusicRéférence : CEV3019 - 15Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [Sacem]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900560
GHOST MUSIC
Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P
Beat by Chomsky
(Chorus)
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Hey it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
The like…
Ah hell now did I miss it?
before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated.
I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen
when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.
Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule
My medulla's like pole vaulter's
A high choose
Your best tracks, friend can help.
In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.
And the crowd the only clap
cause they don't want no playback.
A universal word describes you as whack.
While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger.
The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.
Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils
or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal.
Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will.
Death Certificate host, America's most.
Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage.
The stage or the living room I abuse it
Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands
Energy my man let me help you understand
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha
They think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha
they think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
Music pause people
(repeat)
Music make's think
(repeat)
Music make'em think
Man you got make them think!!
MUSIC MAKE THEM DANCE
rap, 2000, actuel, hip-hop, urbain, 1990, beat making, rythmé, break beat, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , Etats-Unis d'Amérique, fier, percussion électronique, robotique, vocal, déterminé, entraînant, synthétiseur, jeu d'action, lourd, marchant, nocturne, rythmique, saccadé, sample, film d'action, groovy, jeu vidéo, métallique, musique (paroles), rapide, version principale, vie quotidienne
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Ghost Music
[CEV3019 - 16] - 0
- 1'47
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Hip-hop. Wonky music. Video game fx. BPM 92.
- beat making, jeu vidéo, robotique, hip-hop, saccadé [...]
Titre : Ghost MusicRéférence : CEV3019 - 16Compositeur(s): Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Chomsk' [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [BMI]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900565
GHOST MUSIC
Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P
Beat by Chomsky
(Chorus)
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Hey it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
The like…
Ah hell now did I miss it?
before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated.
I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen
when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.
Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule
My medulla's like pole vaulter's
A high choose
Your best tracks, friend can help.
In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.
And the crowd the only clap
cause they don't want no playback.
A universal word describes you as whack.
While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger.
The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.
Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils
or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal.
Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will.
Death Certificate host, America's most.
Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage.
The stage or the living room I abuse it
Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands
Energy my man let me help you understand
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha
They think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha
they think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
Music pause people
(repeat)
Music make's think
(repeat)
Music make'em think
Man you got make them think!!
MUSIC MAKE THEM DANCE
beat making, jeu vidéo, robotique, hip-hop, saccadé, 1990, 2000, agressif & violent, lourdaud, synthétiseur, urbain, 1980, bêtisier, film d'action, rythmé, break beat, jeu d'action, percutant, rigoureux, rythmique, underscore, bruyant, enfance, errant, insidieux, instrumental, obstiné, rapide, version alternative, vocal
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False Kats
[CEV3019 - 17] -
1
- 2'10
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Old School Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 91.
- hip-hop, rap, actuel, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, urbain [...]
Titre : False KatsRéférence : CEV3019 - 17Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900590
False Kats
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
(chorus)
False Kats
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see
The maker of the music playing on your cd
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.
Calling out my name with that false in they game
bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames
Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way.
It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.
Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays
We man about this shit why you acting all gay ?
Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay.
You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.
What moves are you really making ? None at all
false kats making music and it sounds appal.
So fuck y'all
I could talking bout you man.
Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and,
we slap five, but top gate you not my man's
Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand.
It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans
with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…
You big sissy, in this game you have no history
So fall ….. Back !
All I see is false kats B
All I see is false kats B
All I see is those false kats standing in my face.
(chorus)
You False
What's up homie ?
Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ?
What you drinking on ?
Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
You False
What's up homie ?
Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ?
What you drinking on ?
Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
False kats
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
hip-hop, rap, actuel, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, urbain, beat making, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, vocal, 1990, 2000, fier, percussion électronique, relax, chanteur , déterminé, Fender Rhodes, lourd, marchant, laid-back, 1980, groovy, rythmique, attitude, film d'action, medium, musique (paroles), série contemporaine, version principale, vie quotidienne
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False Kats
[CEV3019 - 18] - 0
- 2'14
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Old School Hip-hop. Scrach. Underscore. BPM 91.
- hip-hop, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, Fender Rhodes, nocturne, urbain [...]
Titre : False KatsRéférence : CEV3019 - 18Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900595
False Kats
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
(chorus)
False Kats
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see
The maker of the music playing on your cd
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.
Calling out my name with that false in they game
bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames
Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way.
It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.
Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays
We man about this shit why you acting all gay ?
Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay.
You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.
What moves are you really making ? None at all
false kats making music and it sounds appal.
So fuck y'all
I could talking bout you man.
Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and,
we slap five, but top gate you not my man's
Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand.
It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans
with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…
You big sissy, in this game you have no history
So fall ….. Back !
All I see is false kats B
All I see is false kats B
All I see is those false kats standing in my face.
(chorus)
You False
What's up homie ?
Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ?
What you drinking on ?
Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
You False
What's up homie ?
Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ?
What you drinking on ?
Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
False kats
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
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How That Sound
[CEV3019 - 19] -
1
- 2'27
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop with an Oriental feel. Male vocal. BPM 90.
- hip-hop, rap, urbain, beat making, chanson et thèmes [...]
Titre : How That SoundRéférence : CEV3019 - 19Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900600
How That Sound
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.
And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl
She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.
Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.
They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.
I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.
The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.
(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?
hip-hop, rap, urbain, beat making, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , déterminé, electro-world, fier, percussion électronique, vocal, entraînant, exotique, film d'action, lourd, musique orientale, rythmique, série contemporaine, 1990, 2000, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, groovy, homme (paroles), marchant, medium, obstiné, sample, section de cordes, version principale, vie quotidienne, ville (paroles), violon
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How That Sound
[CEV3019 - 20] - 0
- 2'28
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Hip-hop with an Oriental feel. Female voice. BPM 90.
- actuel, beat making, hip-hop, sample, urbain [...]
Titre : How That SoundRéférence : CEV3019 - 20Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900605
How That Sound
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.
And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl
She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.
Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.
They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.
I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.
The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.
(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?
actuel, beat making, hip-hop, sample, urbain, exotique, musique orientale, travelling, 2000, déterminé, lourd, marchant, rythmique, underscore, vie quotidienne, errant, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, film d'action, flashback, groovy, instrumental, medium, obstiné, rêveur, section de cordes, version alternative, vocal
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At The Wine Shop
[CEV3019 - 21] -
2
- 1'53
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Laid back Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 88.
- rap, actuel, hip-hop, boucle, urbain [...]
Titre : At The Wine ShopRéférence : CEV3019 - 21Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900620
At The Wine Shop
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
At the wine shop, on the post up
Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt.
I say that, but it don't make me crazy
It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby
Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so
You just want to back it up until my tip explode
Whoa !!!!
I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's
I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.
Lately now ah days women cause trouble
Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble
Put you on a take off without a shuttle
So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.
How many times you been fucked over ?
A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker.
Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker,
after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.
I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop.
They say I'm better then a under counter medicine
pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.
This one had voice that was raspy
smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me.
Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth,
winked her eye and said it's all on the house
Her blouse !!!!
Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing
to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles.
Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline.
She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.
Hit the splif and then she passed it me.
Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed.
Leaned over said come and get
You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.
I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue
Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum.
She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath
Were you off to this time of morning ?
You do the math…
rap, actuel, hip-hop, boucle, urbain, beat making, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, 2000, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , percussion électronique, vocal, guitare électrique, rigoureux, 1990, relax, rythmique, laid-back, film d'action, groovy, lent, marchant, questionnement (paroles) , sample, version principale, vie quotidienne
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At The Wine Shop
[CEV3019 - 22] - 0
- 1'47
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental laid back Hip-hop. Scratch. BPM 88.
- break beat, urbain, boucle, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, 2000 [...]
Titre : At The Wine ShopRéférence : CEV3019 - 22Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900625
At The Wine Shop
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
At the wine shop, on the post up
Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt.
I say that, but it don't make me crazy
It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby
Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so
You just want to back it up until my tip explode
Whoa !!!!
I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's
I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.
Lately now ah days women cause trouble
Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble
Put you on a take off without a shuttle
So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.
How many times you been fucked over ?
A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker.
Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker,
after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.
I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop.
They say I'm better then a under counter medicine
pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.
This one had voice that was raspy
smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me.
Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth,
winked her eye and said it's all on the house
Her blouse !!!!
Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing
to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles.
Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline.
She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.
Hit the splif and then she passed it me.
Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed.
Leaned over said come and get
You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.
I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue
Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum.
She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath
Were you off to this time of morning ?
You do the math…
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At The Wine Shop
[CEV3019 - 29] - 0
- 1'47
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental laid back Hip-hop. Scratch. BPM 88.
- actuel, beat making, paysage urbain, boucle, pub [...]
Titre : At The Wine ShopRéférence : CEV3019 - 29Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900550
At The Wine Shop
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
At the wine shop, on the post up
Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt.
I say that, but it don't make me crazy
It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby
Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so
You just want to back it up until my tip explode
Whoa !!!!
I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's
I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.
Lately now ah days women cause trouble
Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble
Put you on a take off without a shuttle
So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.
How many times you been fucked over ?
A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker.
Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker,
after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.
I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop.
They say I'm better then a under counter medicine
pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.
This one had voice that was raspy
smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me.
Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth,
winked her eye and said it's all on the house
Her blouse !!!!
Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing
to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles.
Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline.
She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.
Hit the splif and then she passed it me.
Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed.
Leaned over said come and get
You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.
I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue
Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum.
She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath
Were you off to this time of morning ?
You do the math…
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Relax
[CEV3019 - 23] -
1
- 3'06
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop with a 70's feel. Male vocal. BPM 126.
- rap, hip-hop, 2000, beat making, chanteur [...]
Titre : RelaxRéférence : CEV3019 - 23Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [Sacem]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeFeaturing : A.S.MEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900540
RELAX
Lyrics by Mattic, beat by Blanka
Featuring ASM
(Chorus)
Relax
Relax your mind
(Repeat)
Yo who can be the ultimate?
I say what side is packing it?
Endure like ensure, nigga's need life packets
Full metal jackets, and ratchets
make inspector gadget go go gadget arms alarm if your charm.
Chill like the wisdom from my Grandma with holy Korans
Blood brothers make a bond edged in stone
a throne of the kingdom is his, fuck the show biz
even if most will raise a kid, television it is.
The parent of a split up home, whose the runner of the field in your dome.
Making any progress in game without a name
Jon doe identify scanning your brain.
I talk undernet the surface
The average can't word the hologram wrapping your heart like saran.
Cool like the iceman, a blizzard in hand and rupture the plan, as i see the world as a man.
Of a rare breed, indeed we planet seeds with the words that we use.
Idolize by fools swimming in ah dead pool
I clock till the better end rules like the Senate.
Nigga's think the made for the house of representatives
they prevent this, my rhymes start orange like a sun kiss but here's a twist.
Faith pulls most together just like a puzzle
Im strange, but my mouth out powers the human muzzle.
Im ah hustle, clock figures minus triggers
and sneak up and bounce on that ass just tiger
And sneak up and bounce on ass just tiger
sneak on you and bounce on that ass just like tiger
so relax
(Chorus)
Relax
Relax your mind
Relax
Relax your mind
rap, hip-hop, 2000, beat making, chanteur , percussion électronique, urbain, 1990, déterminé, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, rigoureux, 1980, clap, guitare électrique, rythmique, clubbing, fier, fx acclamations, groovy, mal-être / folie (paroles) , nocturne, rapide, sample, série contemporaine, version principale, vie quotidienne
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Relax
[CEV3019 - 24] - 0
- 3'07
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Hip-hop with a 70's feel. Electric guitar. Underscore. BPM 126.
- actuel, urbain, 2000, déterminé, fx vinyle [...]
Titre : RelaxRéférence : CEV3019 - 24Compositeur(s): Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Pascal Luvisi [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [BMI]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900545
RELAX
Lyrics by Mattic, beat by Blanka
Featuring ASM
(Chorus)
Relax
Relax your mind
(Repeat)
Yo who can be the ultimate?
I say what side is packing it?
Endure like ensure, nigga's need life packets
Full metal jackets, and ratchets
make inspector gadget go go gadget arms alarm if your charm.
Chill like the wisdom from my Grandma with holy Korans
Blood brothers make a bond edged in stone
a throne of the kingdom is his, fuck the show biz
even if most will raise a kid, television it is.
The parent of a split up home, whose the runner of the field in your dome.
Making any progress in game without a name
Jon doe identify scanning your brain.
I talk undernet the surface
The average can't word the hologram wrapping your heart like saran.
Cool like the iceman, a blizzard in hand and rupture the plan, as i see the world as a man.
Of a rare breed, indeed we planet seeds with the words that we use.
Idolize by fools swimming in ah dead pool
I clock till the better end rules like the Senate.
Nigga's think the made for the house of representatives
they prevent this, my rhymes start orange like a sun kiss but here's a twist.
Faith pulls most together just like a puzzle
Im strange, but my mouth out powers the human muzzle.
Im ah hustle, clock figures minus triggers
and sneak up and bounce on that ass just tiger
And sneak up and bounce on ass just tiger
sneak on you and bounce on that ass just like tiger
so relax
(Chorus)
Relax
Relax your mind
Relax
Relax your mind
actuel, urbain, 2000, déterminé, fx vinyle, hip-hop, poursuite, urgent, 1990, beat making, boucle, film d'action, guitare électrique, nocturne, obstiné, rigoureux, underscore, 1980, clap, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, inquiétant, rythmique, série contemporaine, bongo, fier, groovy, instrumental, rapide, sample, version alternative
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It's Fantastic
[CEV3019 - 25] -
1
- 2'24
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Progressive Hip-hop with a latin feel. Male & female vocal. BPM 94.
- rap, 2000, beat making, fx vinyle, hip-hop [...]
Titre : It's FantasticRéférence : CEV3019 - 25Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [Sacem]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900630
It's Fantastic
Lyrics by Green T, Mattic and FP & Beat by Chomsky
Mattic's Lyrics
(chorus)
To the break of Dawn
Man we got that fire to the break of dawn
(repeat)
Throwing Beams
Illuminate the whole seen
For the Green T, FP, and M.A.T.T
That kid Molecular, ASMATTIC and Chomsky it must be…
The Fantastic Planet
we made couple city's with sound and alien brain behind glass fixtures.
Contain a fluid of ILL, for colored bills.
See them mortals with skillz from the tree of JC !!
(chorus)
We make the fore go on and on
And on and on and on and on.
(repeat)
rap, 2000, beat making, fx vinyle, hip-hop, mode, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, choriste femme, fx reverse, percussion électronique, urbain, vocal, boucle, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, film d'action, fx phasing, sensuel, cyclique, rythmique, chanteur , groovy, lourd, medium, ondoyant, programmation, sample, version principale, ville (paroles)
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It's Fantastic
[CEV3019 - 26] - 0
- 2'25
- La Fine Equipe
- Progressive Hip-hop with a latin feel. Unusual. Female voice. BPM 94.
- beat making, classe, hip-hop, mode, 2000 [...]
Titre : It's FantasticRéférence : CEV3019 - 26Compositeur(s): Benjamin Bambach [Sacem] - Chomsk' [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS] - Maik Schindler [BMI]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900635
It's Fantastic
Lyrics by Green T, Mattic and FP & Beat by Chomsky
Mattic's Lyrics
(chorus)
To the break of Dawn
Man we got that fire to the break of dawn
(repeat)
Throwing Beams
Illuminate the whole seen
For the Green T, FP, and M.A.T.T
That kid Molecular, ASMATTIC and Chomsky it must be…
The Fantastic Planet
we made couple city's with sound and alien brain behind glass fixtures.
Contain a fluid of ILL, for colored bills.
See them mortals with skillz from the tree of JC !!
(chorus)
We make the fore go on and on
And on and on and on and on.
(repeat)
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Last Days
[CEV3019 - 27] -
1
- 2'37
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Pure Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 94.
- boucle, actuel, beat making, rap, urbain [...]
Titre : Last DaysRéférence : CEV3019 - 27Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900700
Last Days
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
(chorus)
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days
A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes
Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times.
Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline.
If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ?
No !
I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.
Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines
Well I'll be Damned
If you want to know how life is check out the music.
It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.
Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch
so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch.
Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash
Here today and then they gone fast.
All you hear is nigga's run up in your home.
Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.
Steel up in your face like man give it up,
but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up.
I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family
Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.
From hurricanes to strong winds and rain
To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain.
Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools
Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.
Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look.
Bless my soul, I attend rock shows.
Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help.
Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk.
Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk.
Gas price sky high
I wonder why ?
Is it my turn or your turn to die.
Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze
God witness cause I see all the last days
I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise
It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga
(repeat)
We living in Last Days
boucle, actuel, beat making, rap, urbain, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, fx vinyle, hip-hop, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , percussion électronique, vocal, film d'action, groovy, trompette bouchée, fx filtre, rythmique, vie quotidienne, balancement, déterminé, medium, musique (paroles), version principale
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Last Days
[CEV3019 - 28] - 0
- 1'46
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Hip-hop with brass. Vinyle fx. BPM 94.
- hip-hop, nocturne, urbain, beat making, classe [...]
Titre : Last DaysRéférence : CEV3019 - 28Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900705
Last Days
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
(chorus)
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days
A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes
Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times.
Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline.
If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ?
No !
I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.
Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines
Well I'll be Damned
If you want to know how life is check out the music.
It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.
Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch
so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch.
Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash
Here today and then they gone fast.
All you hear is nigga's run up in your home.
Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.
Steel up in your face like man give it up,
but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up.
I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family
Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.
From hurricanes to strong winds and rain
To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain.
Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools
Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.
Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look.
Bless my soul, I attend rock shows.
Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help.
Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk.
Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk.
Gas price sky high
I wonder why ?
Is it my turn or your turn to die.
Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze
God witness cause I see all the last days
I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise
It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga
(repeat)
We living in Last Days
