Paroles ... Acid & swingy Bossa/Hip-hop. male vocal. BPM 98.
THE HOKEY POKEY Lyrics by Mattic Parks, Music by Oogo
(Chorus) You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around That's what it's all about. (repeat)
Ladies, money, and clothes. Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's. Guest appearances to make your album hot right? I love so and so, but most don't even write.
Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar. I love Red Letter Blue Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.
Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it. I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.
Time on my side and I spit the planet sound. See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound. Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala with a vest that protects his chest, saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow, how i make it when Im building my model building a sorrow with a hope.
Dope how I insert the music I choose it, different from the next like sex out of the birds nest, comes one with the image. Majors all alone the shit is all finish.
So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store. Throw rocks at the body shock kid. Man he drowned trying to do what I did. For the love of women tall and the smell I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about
(Chorus) How you Put your left foot in You take it on out Put your left foot in and you twist it, and you shake it all about
Now You put your right foot in take your right foot out Put your right foot in and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around That's how we all fall down to the sound To the sound nigga To the sound To the sound So gather round
Who Who got it that You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around (repeat)
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around That's what it's all about I said that's what it's all about That's what it's all about
Paroles ... Ethnic Hip-hop. Male vocal & percussions. BPM 100.
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus) 6 seconds 5 seconds 4 seconds Mr. Mat your on 3 seconds 2 seconds 1 second Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight, I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to So What it do ? Relay the verses right back to you so you act a fool The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters some rock timberland, some rock with gators Some all natural, but still get their power pulled Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule. Duel with this expertise mic handle, out of order generating dudes be lighting candles. Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark, I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it They after you Only seconds Mattic's after you Only seconds Mattic's after you It takes seconds Mattic's after you To make a track Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more This is classic encounters Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes. And out of shape fat people other words obesity. To get along with everyone, no you history. You shitting me or can you just not see ? In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate The expediter Restored to mentor When I the television on I witness all the gluttony. But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the, focus of my sanity, body and soul love and weather, fall apart and build back together. My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words, I love you At all cost My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ? Yo check it out now, witness the floss because, I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus) 10 seconds 9 seconds 8 seconds Mr. Mat your on 7 seconds 6 seconds 5 seconds Mr. Mat your on 4 seconds 3 seconds 2 seconds Mr. Mat your on 1 second 1 second No seconds Mr. Mat your on
Paroles ... Hip-hop. Wonky music. Video games fx. Male vocal. BPM 92.
GHOST MUSIC Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P Beat by Chomsky
(Chorus) Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music
Hey it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music
The like… Ah hell now did I miss it? before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated. I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.
Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule My medulla's like pole vaulter's A high choose Your best tracks, friend can help. In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.
And the crowd the only clap cause they don't want no playback. A universal word describes you as whack. While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger. The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.
Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal. Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will. Death Certificate host, America's most.
Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage. The stage or the living room I abuse it Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands Energy my man let me help you understand
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha They think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha they think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you When they watch ya
Music pause people (repeat) Music make's think (repeat) Music make'em think Man you got make them think!!
Paroles ... Progressive Hip-hop with a latin feel. Male & female vocal. BPM 94.
It's Fantastic
Lyrics by Green T, Mattic and FP & Beat by Chomsky
Mattic's Lyrics
(chorus) To the break of Dawn Man we got that fire to the break of dawn (repeat)
Throwing Beams Illuminate the whole seen For the Green T, FP, and M.A.T.T That kid Molecular, ASMATTIC and Chomsky it must be…
The Fantastic Planet we made couple city's with sound and alien brain behind glass fixtures. Contain a fluid of ILL, for colored bills. See them mortals with skillz from the tree of JC !!
(chorus) We make the fore go on and on And on and on and on and on. (repeat)
Mystérieux & irréel. Comme dans un souterrain. Accords résonants & ...Mystérieux & irréel. Comme dans un souterrain. Accords résonants & rythmique digitale.
