Public Enemy
New Whirl Odor
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| Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1 |
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Текст песни New Whirl Odor
[verse 1]
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin
Black dont crack
Where the party at?
Stax, jumpback
Wax them tracks
Barkays cut it live
Like 45s
Strong songs survive
On records
95 beats per second
Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it
You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul
20 times better than gold, stax,
Keep it here
Cuttin them tracks, relax
Pop them fingers, play it barkays
Jumpback baby
Soul gotcha crazy
Cold feet thanks
For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move
Color of dead
Looks like the future is history
Why you dissin me
Aint no mystery
On the outside peekin in
End of your freeride
No way you can win
Beginnin of the end
Of your liberal friends who pretend
Everythings changed
While nuthins changed much
Uhh this is chuck
Stays to the left of this
And to the right of that
Just black where my mind be at
Shit wheres the rest of my cats?
High trees catch a lotta wind my friend
My shits in a bind
Fine line between aware and blind
Dont mind
Some of them aint got a mind
Mind over matter
They dont mind
And we dont matter
[verse 2]
I flock to refugees
Who flock to me
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin
Black dont crack
Where the party at?
Stax, jumpback
Wax them tracks
Barkays cut it live
Like 45s
Strong songs survive
On records
95 beats per second
Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it
You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul
20 times better than gold, stax,
Keep it here
Cuttin them tracks, relax
Pop them fingers, play it barkays
Jumpback baby
Soul gotcha crazy
Cold feet thanks
For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move
Color of dead
Looks like the future is history
Why you dissin me
Aint no mystery
On the outside peekin in
End of your freeride
No way you can win
Beginnin of the end
Of your liberal friends who pretend
Everythings changed
While nuthins changed much
Uhh this is chuck
Stays to the left of this
And to the right of that
Just black where my mind be at
Shit wheres the rest of my cats?
High trees catch a lotta wind my friend
My shits in a bind
Fine line between aware and blind
Dont mind
Some of them aint got a mind
Mind over matter
They dont mind
And we dont matter
[verse 2]
I flock to refugees
Who flock to me
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