Steve Coleman and Metrics - laxed and warped - with lyrics скачать в хорошем качестве

Steve Coleman and Metrics - laxed and warped - with lyrics

from the album The Way of the Cipher, I think it goes something like this: tegoon doon doon doon doon dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum zub Z on vocals dum dum dum dum drop drop drop drop drop beats slight drop of misses select type hypes of rocks hypes you wanne hear me come in i sting like a nike like a nike air swoosh there i come a push to the moosh pick up funk you wanna come and get whipped elevate funk you wanna see me elevate a elevational microfonational sensational funk raw reap it again to who it saw got the breath control rock old you wanna hear me got soul got soul like a james brown too chewie so why is it fresh watcha eyes watcha eyes three blinking like a strobe light when i come with the microphone up with the words words at the word at the converse sound a wanna hit me like a sound test come to the rock and the roll and the soul and the funk and the rock and the rolling of lyric and eric kicking up spirits and i carry ye ye ye fucking my mind up when i come with the line that, is a vine busta rhyme when i pick up with the styles and the pile and consex and leather jacks like black jack but not the man and ya momma time and excellent work fine to like a dictionairy or thesauris got the glasses to see i got the super masses funk the rhyme like an elena falcon hat when i come with that funk over the microphone like a tascat you want with that i see your boobs i see your jeans when i come through come clean manifest funk you wanna see the microphone like a sax black i got the white shirt walking dead when like the funk with the rhymes top on my head head head see the white shirt see my main man from new york who you at when you talk to the dog dog at the breach you wanna hear with the beat i be the raw pig first pig never second class here i come with the mind blast class time flows off the right side of the break intuition you know flow it's about ten o clock oh im from it's about twelve kick 'em times i rock the helm see two rock i'm on a microphone you it's a quarter to two minds off river these styles for you and the whole crew i'm like porridge, i got storage i keep my mind storaged in the memory banks i get bank flow like my man but not bob eubanks i can dig deep and i dug deep like a rhyme i'm like a lynx i like the riddle when it speeks when i come in you can't think when you're coming from a mind set kicking the rhymes i pay time a little rougher then safe sex because you can't pay no condom i wanted to step up condom, like a napalm bomb burn the flesh when i came in with the best pass test like an SET who you be sub Z manifest the funkiest I be freely with yo mom who told me to bomb and raise the ground do you hear i'm like a shroud touring pooring funk on a microphone touring from here to Asia check it out amase ya funk contemplation like a donut yo i be going nuts cuts i'm like a butcher would you have to try to step on up cuz i'm on the prime flex wanna be a stealer dealer like a pitsburg stealer come on kick it up freely cross the nigger cuz i be the zub Z