Kwan - Microphoneaye
Tekst :
Chorus:Beatbox and
Turntables,
Few tracks and
Microphoneaye!
I say I m back dakety digedy daca like a sacka
Black blacety hakety haca daca wacka
Play with your tongue diga daga waga say, yo
I gotta lyrics like bullets in the AK
So ready or not, I m coming to ya
What you gonna do now? Step in to the party of mine
All I neeeeeed is a rhythm divine
So I can put the words on beat and drop it on the line
Hippy hippy shake hippy lo hippy hi
Bigedy back to trackmasters slam ziggy I
Hiphop is my ambition, so I settle the score
I ll be one step ahead with my sniper on your backdoor
Yeah I got a message in the bottle take it from the water
Read it to your sister and your brother
Step inside the perfect dark of this new lifeform tonight
Put the uniform on tonight
Gimme room, gimme room now, back up son
You won t get the mic yo til I get done
I warn you: do don t talk, I say say
Come on baby light my fire, purple haze
Higher mathematics, 106,
No tricks, just a pure hiphop addictics
Don t ever underestimate your enemy like Kennedy
They got the poison, you don t got to remedy
What s the melody coming from the temple of the Kwan dynasty?
Sweet melancholy rhapsody
His Infernal Majesty has arrived
And I ll testify when the love and death embrace tonight
Oh my godda, oh my goddess
that I don t live in fucking Åmal, god bless
Yo, should I wear a pink dress, should I go at all
Knock the wood, knock knock a dål dål
Engine, engine number 9
Across the fader on the transit line
Back little at the front - that s fine
Is everybody ready for the chorus?
It goes something like this!
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Carlisle road
Pushing up on Carlisle Road into the seething shadows
Through the plastic visor – a hail of broken kerbstone
Fire-lit-faces, all the noise – so much hatred
What I remember thinking – I can’t believe this is happening
All I remember thinking
Came home four, four-thirty, Emma was waiting up...
Through the plastic visor – a hail of broken kerbstone
Fire-lit-faces, all the noise – so much hatred
What I remember thinking – I can’t believe this is happening
All I remember thinking
Came home four, four-thirty, Emma was waiting up...
At the end of the rainbow
One day when life is taking you nowhere
And you need someone who really cares
When the love that you lost is found
And you will want me around
I ll meet you at the end of the rainbow
As you walk through this...
And you need someone who really cares
When the love that you lost is found
And you will want me around
I ll meet you at the end of the rainbow
As you walk through this...
Almost there
First time in rap history
Your mind will be tooken to a level
Prepare yourself
When I relax with thoughts, then my brain
hovers New York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk
Defined, my mind is automatic, rhymes are...
Your mind will be tooken to a level
Prepare yourself
When I relax with thoughts, then my brain
hovers New York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk
Defined, my mind is automatic, rhymes are...
Jane she got excavated
Jane she got excavated
By a trader dealing in old lines
Then she got a paper
From a mailer telling her more lies
Chorus (sing first half on first chorus):
So here we go
Down an endless road where we know
Nothing...
By a trader dealing in old lines
Then she got a paper
From a mailer telling her more lies
Chorus (sing first half on first chorus):
So here we go
Down an endless road where we know
Nothing...
Distortion
Gosh! Guess I m kind of sleepy too!
I think I ll climb aboard that very special choo-choo train...
Why don t you join us on our trip to lullaby land
I think it s about to leave
Are you ready
Distortions
Sweeps me
Distortions
Sweeps me
Distortions
Sweeps me
Distortions
Distortions
Distortions
Sweeps me
Distortions
Sweeps me...
Our little train trip to lullaby land is nearly...
I think I ll climb aboard that very special choo-choo train...
Why don t you join us on our trip to lullaby land
I think it s about to leave
Are you ready
Distortions
Sweeps me
Distortions
Sweeps me
Distortions
Sweeps me
Distortions
Distortions
Distortions
Sweeps me
Distortions
Sweeps me...
Our little train trip to lullaby land is nearly...