I love music, I love it, I love it I love music, I love it, I love it I love music, I love it, I love it I love music, I love it, I love it Hey Mr.
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools Jesus knew, he was thugged out too A bugged out dude, a loose cannon In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
communion was the mafia's reunion Confessed to the priest, evade the apple, I ate the peach Slept with vanity, sold my soul to robin leach Devil music
music says, "Don't do it" But they just joke, some crew shit They playin, I'm gleeful, I'm stayin' I'm stayin' vows that are all true "Will you take music
at it He never quit, he just lost his temper and flipped I bowed my head like "I guess this is it" My ears popped, the music stopped, and I couldn't hear
Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Suddenly an explosion of lights and music fills the theatre, revealing a larger
hell I suddenly blacked out Awakened by the screams of the witch after passed out Helpless, feelin left out and selfless Possessed by the witch who hides like reflection Rebellious inside of my musical
become a bionic commando, monitor scandals Solar panels reflect, energy enters me MC's energy in the 21st century Soling temper release, fusable alloys like musical
[Music & Lyrics: Sammet] [solo: Shuttle-crash suite in F-Major, Marsian Traditional] The sound of explosions, the children awake The turn of the tide
of rain Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10 pin bowling lane But nothing could compare with that explosion
musical intelligence Rhymes are irrelevant, no development And that settles it Go manufacture a match, send me after a blast From the master that has to make musical
filled with glamour Yeah, take a picture with this platinum plated sledgehammer We over do it add the fire and explosion to it We sold confusion, we front rap music
us duck your head cause you fear us Infra-red while you stare your passenger's incoherent From all the guns that they're hearin' my attitude is explosive Handle feuds with explosions
, played to pave the way Mothafuckers are scared straight Check this out The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya Musical
out, I got an automatic refill I never get cold, I only get lukewarm When I wanna get hot, I have a real brainstorm Ideas start flowin', my talents start showin' And if the music
to the Ragtime! [COALHOUSE] In Harlem, men and women of color forgot their troubles and danced and reveled to the music of Coalhouse Walker, Jr. This was a music
with stick pins and ties. Silence. They all seem to be waiting for something. One of the FOLLOWERS begins to whistle.) COALHOUSE I said, no music. (
and even music maker Bounce an' MC on the court like a ball player Proven by the lyrics on the mike as I extend the cut Making music, as the girls