Paroles [...] Hip-hop with an Oriental feel. Male vocal. BPM 90.
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 ?
(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)
Paroles [...] Swagger, attitude, strong. Brooding, determined brass stabs with modern electronic beats, cool [...]
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like... And I’m sure that you’re sick of my shit..Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain.... I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...
Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone... No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same fuckin’ song,(Same fuckin’ song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone... I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn... Full
disclosure
at
beginning
Trying to
make
you
bring
that
foxhole
closer So I
could
duck
[or
dive]
in
it
and
bust
from
it
Like
good
soldiers
wasn't
long
before
I
reenlisted several reasons not needing to be specific
The combat just seemed addictive
As
hard
as
we
fight
the
relief efforts
are
more extensive If you ever hear "I-ran" she
was
water boarding my henchman. I'm
at
attention
Salute I
commander
she
chiefing
all
about
face
was
we
beefing?
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
Paroles [...] Swagger, attitude, strong. Alternative clean edit. Brooding, determined brass stabs with modern [...]
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...
And I’m sure that you’re sick of my...Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...
Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...
No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same song,(Same song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
Full disclosure at beginning tryna make you bring that foxhole closer. So I could duck in it and bust from it like good soldiers wasn't long before I reenlisted- several reasons not needing to be specific the combat just seemed addictive as hard as we fight the relief efforts are more extensive. If you ever hear "I-ran" she was water-boarding my henchman. I'm at attention salute - I command-er she chiefing all about face was we beefing?
Final hook:Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
All about that dough All about that dough Million dollar dreams turn to fiends at the liquor store get it how u live how we love that's just how it go 2xIts real, as a non fiction flick, sittin still is hard to do when that Ritalin is now apart of u misdiagnosis, they told me I had ODD in third grade, that’s a trap for me its sad sick these games they play the school to prison pipelines is realer than ever cant be a statistic so I gotta stay clever but when u see me all. I see is preconceived notions Black man got emotions its just illegal to show it SoEverybody wanna blame the thugs but don’t wanna blame the CIA for all the drugs they flooded the hood with. Heroin and that crack they call us extreme every time we fight back I’m breaking through ya glass ceiling and that’s for real long as all. Of my people feel it? I don’t need a deal u can keep ya Grammy red carpet and awards accolades ain’t even what we out here fighting forAll about that dough All about that dough Million dollar dreams turn to fiends at the liquor store get it how u live how we love that's just how it go 2x
Filthier than swine kept confined Filthy unlike pigs Their out of their minds Deep in the belly of a beast
Sleepless sleep blurred in an instant Diseased infants, their far in the distance The cakes in the windows eat them slowly Wretched diet eats me slowly They speaking slowly Any words to take them there Ain’t any words to bring them here See it’s hard to see beauty when she’s drenched in filth And you won’t find her if she hides in them hills Deep in the belly of a beast
Filthier than swine kept confined Filthy unlike pigs Their out of their minds Deep in the belly of a beast
Flesh eat flesh The skies rained blood Frogs falling down in plagues, down on us Crumbs on the table Blind mice fighting furious They’re delirious.
There is no princess asleep, dark towers Beware the wizards though, dark powers Spells invoked in these, dark hours Concealed, hiding in the dark, cowards I can’t smell in the dark, flowers Hear screams, tortured soul, dark prowlers Acid rain wash in the dark showers More than black, the dark empowers
I hear the creepies crawling Through the night and into the morning Looking for the prize, you’ll get no warning I’m just trying to eat, but they got me warring Witch doctor got my mind snoring Don’t feel the temperature soaring Light the candle the darkness pouring No more skies for the eagles to soar in Through these ropes these rats keep gnawing Impossibility, can’t ignore it Impermanence, permanence, many stories Close eyes, meditate, Black Glory Black Glory, Black Glory, Black Glory
Lost it to find it, blame no-one Red rose on a tombstone for all enchanted Re announce renounce your name Power granted
See how they flaunted I see ghosts, see everything haunted Thoughts emotions, they burn so quick Once the fuse lit, easy to amuse it Feed off them for they will abuse it
Wasted vantage, shadows slanted Bodies unaccounted Don’t push me coz I’m close to the edge Edge of the madness Sounds of war, there is no warning
Feel the heat warming, it keeps on calling We keep heeding, so keep on falling
Is this strong feeling, killin'in your eyes the real heartbeat in your hard face, a straight line, like an honest guy to be, like a queen...like a junkie is this strong feeling, killin'in your eyes the real heartbeat in your hard face, a straight line, like an honest guy to be, like a king...like a junkie remember me, I'm free for the sea, or for everything, for my brother and my sister, angel's coming for my heartbeat I send your world on a rail to a comet I send your world on a rail to a comet Is this strong feeling, killin'in your eyes the real heartbeat in your hard face, a straight line, like an honest guy to be, like a queen...like a junkie Is this strong feeling, killin'in your eyes the real heartbeat in your hard face, a straight line, like an honest guy to be, like a king...like a junkie remember me, I'm free for the sea, or for everything, for my brother and my sister, angel's coming for my heartbeat I send your world on a rail to a comet I send your world on a rail to a comet I'm a man, like a woman to, your side, a bitch, a brother and sister, a man I send your world on a rail to a comet
Is this strong feeling killing in your eyes the real heartbeat in hard face straight line like an honest guy to be like a king like a junkie remember me I'm free for the sea or for everything for my brothers and my sisters angel's coming or for everything even everything even everything even everything I send your world on a rail to a comet
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