Text ... 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!!
Text ... Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female voice. BPM 92
THE LIGHT Lyrics by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.
Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song) Oogo Oogo Fantastic Chomsky
I be on the planet I be rocking that shit I be on the planet I be making them hits
MR. FANTASTIC
III beats from the words I speak It's the light from the uh…uh uh
Banka Wax Tailor Mr Gib Mr Fantastic
I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats We be on the planet we be making that heat We be on the planet and the style is unique
Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek On your territory I'm ah take ah leak let it all out Top high like Mt. Everest to the peak for you mountain climbers we be on the planet
Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek That is the style from beneath Underground, Underground from the PLANET
Text ... Hip-hop with a 70's feel. Male vocal. BPM 126.
RELAX Lyrics by Mattic, beat by Blanka Featuring ASM
(Chorus) Relax Relax your mind (Repeat)
Yo who can be the ultimate? I say what side is packing it? Endure like ensure, nigga's need life packets Full metal jackets, and ratchets make inspector gadget go go gadget arms alarm if your charm.
Chill like the wisdom from my Grandma with holy Korans Blood brothers make a bond edged in stone a throne of the kingdom is his, fuck the show biz even if most will raise a kid, television it is.
The parent of a split up home, whose the runner of the field in your dome. Making any progress in game without a name Jon doe identify scanning your brain.
I talk undernet the surface The average can't word the hologram wrapping your heart like saran. Cool like the iceman, a blizzard in hand and rupture the plan, as i see the world as a man.
Of a rare breed, indeed we planet seeds with the words that we use. Idolize by fools swimming in ah dead pool I clock till the better end rules like the Senate.
Nigga's think the made for the house of representatives they prevent this, my rhymes start orange like a sun kiss but here's a twist.
Faith pulls most together just like a puzzle Im strange, but my mouth out powers the human muzzle.
Im ah hustle, clock figures minus triggers and sneak up and bounce on that ass just tiger And sneak up and bounce on ass just tiger sneak on you and bounce on that ass just like tiger so relax
(Chorus) Relax Relax your mind Relax Relax your mind
Text ... Nocturnal, sentimental & attitude hip-hop sung in Spanish. Tired of ...Nocturnal, sentimental & attitude hip-hop sung in Spanish. Tired of an undecided lover. Female rap singer, voice & guitar sampling, electronic percussion. Vocal climax @ 2'42.
ES:
tengo las horas contadas con esta nena
y la tortura del recuerdo ya se inclina en mi cabeza
y es que no veas
las cartas que juega
se las guarda detrás de la oreja
bailando en la plaza con la niña
van par de litronas pero ella va tan fina
con sus pantalones rotos justo en la rodilla
con su cigarrillo y sus pestañas postizas
yo es que voy sin prisa
yo es que voy sin prisa
pero reconozco que contigo nunca he sido mu tranquila
me pierdo con los nombres que han pasao' después de ti
con todos esos verdes en Pinar de Chamartín
me acuerdo de ti nena me acuerdo de ti
me acuerdo de ti nena me acuerdo de ti
llevo preocupada desde que te conocí
estoy anestesiada con tu saliva de anís
y siempre que salgo por las noches de Madrid
te acabo escribiendo algún mensaje
para ti para ti siempre hay uno para ti
para el fuego de tus labios disfrazados de carmin
tu pelo rapado y tus ojos medio green
para las noches tocando la guitarra junto a mi
para ti para ti siempre hay uno para ti
te dedico mis versitos favoritos del Joaquín
te dedico todas las fotos en las que me haces reír
te dedico hasta el romero de las rosas del jardin
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
deja la tortura pa' Alejandro Sanz
y no te des por aludida
que no va por ti, te lo juro por mi vida
tengo la saudade aquí en la tripa metidita
será la pastilla que mordimos aquel dia
tu mirada es ácida como los pica pica
tu piel es el paper del tabaco que te lias
eres el sabor amargo de una mora fría
se te acaba el tiempo y ahora el mío desperdicias
me arde la retina de ver tanta tontería
tengo toas' las medias rotas de todas tus chinas
también me has quemado el corazón con tanta chispa
bonita, tienes que ser más decidida
aunque la tonta sea yo porque te lo permita
aunque lo máximo que hago es marcarme unas rimas
aunque cuando esté delante tuya me derrita
nena, se mas comprensiva
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
que ya no puedo mas
dame un break no te portes mal
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
dime si me vas a llamar
deja la tortura pa' Alejandro Sanz
dime si me vas a llamar
dímelo ma
dímelo
EN:
my hours are nearly due with this girl
and the torture of the memory is leaning in my head
and you can't see
the cards she plays
she keeps them behind her ear
dancing in the square with the girl
they go with a couple of litronas but she goes so refined
with her pants torn right above the knee
with her cigarette and her false eyelashes
I'm in no hurry
I'm in no hurry
but I recognise that with you I've never been very calm
I get lost with the names that have passed after you
with all those greens in Pinar de Chamartin
I remember you baby I remember you
I remember you baby I remember you
I've been worried since I met you
I'm numb with your aniseed saliva
and whenever I go out at night in Madrid
I end up writing you a message
for you for you there is always one for you
for the fire of your lips disguised as carmine
your shaved hair and your half green eyes
for the nights playing the guitar next to me
for you for you there's always one for you
I dedicate to you my favorite verses of Joaquin
I dedicate to you all the pictures in which you make me laugh
I dedicate to you even the rosemary of the roses in the garden
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
leave the torture for Alejandro Sanz
and don't take it personal
It' s not about you I swear it on my life
I've got the saudade here in my gut
Maybe it's the pill that we bit that day
your gaze is acidic like the pica pica
your skin is the paper of the tobacco that you roll
you're the bitter taste of a cold blackberry
you're running out of time and now you're wasting mine
my retina burns from seeing so much nonsense
I've got all the socks torn from all your stones
you've also burnt my heart with so much sparkle
beautiful, you have to be more determined
even though I'm the fool because I let you do it
even though the most I do is to score me some rhymes
even though when I'm in front of you I melt
baby, be more understanding
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
I can't take it anymore
give me a break don't misbehave
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
tell me if you'll call me
leave the torture for Alejandro Sanz