- Ty Break The Lock 歌詞
- Ty
- Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, [*****s)!
Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, j-j-j yeah... er...
Alright, well... got my ** ***t down here... smoke that *****t...
We bout to just do some nice stuff here wassup...
Aaaaaaaaaaaah...
UH! My style hurts doesnt it?
Turn around and your hole crews loving it
Uh, you tried stiff neck thugging it
Couldnt sleep cause your mind had a bug in it
Buzzing without *****, extract
And you thought I wasnt coming? Well you need a slap
Let me see, chapter three, verse one, and Im on
Wait, fore warning you of the coming of kong
Come on , splash little fishy can you swim in the pond?
Are you that, breaking the wall will your building respond?
To the pressure, walking with the strength of my predecessor
Ancient, I never walk alone
Im up against the stereo-mono-typical
Visualising wealth is not applicable
Now, my brain cries out for me to read
With movement inspired by Johnsy D and Benjy Read
[Chorus]
The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)
But I aint moving (Excuse me?)
We cant keep joking (No no no no)
Break the lock if the doors not open now (Break it down break it down)
The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)
But I aint moving (Excuse me?)
We cant keep joking (No no no no)
Break the lock if the doors not open now
Concepts get abandoned with no gloves
Traditional trends evaporate like soap suds
The innercity whirlpool will suck you up like
A person with a temper can [* ****] you up right?
Time to bring back down to syndromes
Custard in your eye like Bugsy Malone
You need to stay calm with napalm attached to ya
Embrace arm in gasoline strike a match to ya
Now, now do you feel enlightened?
Well I dont and Im the one writing
Anything versus everything really means nothing
Cant be a king pea**** - I hate strutting
Dressed up semi -jiggy I might frustrate somethin
A lion in the wardrobe is ready to break somethin
Mr Fantastic Fox
The Awkward individ that makes the wack (*****t) hot
My jazz addiction is a preminition of war
When visible tussels appear on the dance floor
The sweat breaks to the beat, freak of the month, year, decade
Vacuum the essay, now lets say
Im one in a million, a million in one room
You want an interview with the killer of monsoons?
Ill sing sonnets to don and donnettes, ok?
Im terrible with a broom sweeping your mess away
[ Chorus]
'...two, three, break!' [x3]
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