funk We're the renegades of funk From a different solar system Many, many galaxies away We are the force of another creation A new musical revelation And we're on this musical
play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks I bang rawly, do you orally My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40 Sex, money, drugs, music
because I'm the lead singer of my band... You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you Hey dad how come we don't rap on Protools Smash these vocals
Record" (although compared to Into the Known, and later albums like Recipe For Hate, it doesn't sound so slow...) The lineup was Greg Graffin (vocals
our own thang We're doing our own thang Isn't it cool when you cut your hair And the blood is red instead of sellout green This is not the music for
, they all be fine And the only girl that you could take of mine Is the one that i left way behind And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is
yo I met her at the bar rolling with three wise men like I followed the star There she is shorty bi-coastal Thick like bifocals, stacked like 2Pac vocals
's off with yo' head nigga 'less you one of them Dodgers We sound off as one, we gun harmonize! [vocal gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds] [Crooked I] This shit is musical
thearapuetic music infectious Vocals so potent, had to check the logo Skulls and crossbones nigga, go on and try get ya spark on nigga Fuck stepped on ya flow sounds
kinda ill when you let your music go free flowin' Buildin' on improvised grounds and still growin' People work hard, some wanna escape But yo, we gotta face the music
, let me tell you who Ready Rock C, here's a brief description Of the things that he can do in his musical position Ready Rock C makes sounds with his
(4:09) Written by Neil Young, Published by Silver Fiddle Music (c) 1988. Recorded: July 21st, 1988. High on a balcony, right where we used to be, This
clear feeling that maki-chan is lying, and not very happy about it (***) here she's trying to sound cheerful but actually sounds desperate (****) this
bella rema bella Suma zappa retisgo (repeat chorus) Bella rema bella Suma zappa retisgo (repeat chorus twice) (words: tim cross / music: mike oldfield / vocals
role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased by a number No less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors Motherfuckers
to act good, ha ha ha ha ha Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound
, I had an interview, not you two You gon' be late for sound check Man, I ain't goin' to sound check But our mics are screwed up And his always sound
crooked letter H and we don't Pla-ay when it comes to pimpin this Music pimpin these tracks,pimpin this game until we get paid we gonna P-I-M-P this music