Don Johnson Big Band - Nutwood Cut (Album Version) скачать видео бесплатно

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Lyrics

With a mic in my hand

I'm number one in the chain of command

And it was all planned beforehand

I stand corrected and perfected the styles you call grand

Evolve and solve, involve the small band

My crew, the click, that blew the brick wall down

Internationally renown, the hki ball ground

All crowned, the big band, the dogg pound

Just a small amount of money and plenty of raw sound

It's all round the city, the word on the street

We can rock you with a midi, and turn on the beat

Put down a word on a sheet of paper in my sleep

And shape a syllable to complete the skyscraper

Of the mind, with minerals and elements designed

On a blue print at the back of my head

When i rhymed and bled sweat, tears and flames

Caged on a burned bed

And reclined as the stage turned red

When i perform there's exactly seven ways to understand

What's going on, the way i deviate and break the norm

The way i storm the stage, you're caught in a cage

I left every last member of the audience engaged

I'm enraged flipping sm58 with ease

Gripping, raising fees, the minimum wage in a freeze

I seize the moment, but time flees when i foment

Lyrics of fury captivating minds like an omen

No men can stop the force of the big band unleashed

Three man deaconry, father metro high priest

Mind east, body west, north and south we get blessed

My five piece is loaded with a manifest

Four clicks before the gunshot

Get my motherfucking gat strapped for the mugshot

The thug shot, we burn the fonque out the buckshot

And get the crickets and mosquitos for the bugshot

Yo it's a coup d'état, we bringin' you the star spangled black

Blue dakar, you want to ride with us to paris

Move the car, the charismatic johnson blew the bar

That's when their jaws drop, what the fuck, and who the star now?

We on the radio and in the record stores

Catching eighty old men every week, in record scores

Our record falls in a category all of its own

All of it's grown like an allegory, all of it's blown up

And hyped, making heads bop, then stop to say that shit is tight

Let's drop it and wrap it up for the night

Despite my shortcomings, more rhymes are forthcoming

Four times, a short running, i rocked the sport stunning heads

Helsinki to frankfurt, fill in the blank word

If i'm not number one or two, i'm ranked third

Helsinki to frankfurt, fill in the blank word

If i'm not number one or two, i'm ranked third