Heavy & irreverent version of Wagner's opera. Brass, accordion & ...Heavy & irreverent version of Wagner's opera. Brass, accordion & metallic percussion.
Clumsy & bitter-sweet. Brass band in the style of Belgian & Northern ...Clumsy & bitter-sweet. Brass band in the style of Belgian & Northern French carnival.
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 an Oriental feel. Male vocal. BPM 90.
How That Sound
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick. Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring. I remember the night like it was morning Kat out of line, the vision rewinds He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.
And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights Now ah days, that's how they play Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl
She gave a shook look and then a right hook. Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore. Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.
Glass started to spread like people in the crowd It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl. Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him. Some people in the background said to him.
They talk for a few, and before I knew the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude. He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.
I was like Dam Son lets break out and shake out. Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling outside one through the chest just like a javelin. Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.
The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed Fronting in clubs unorganized Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds. 20 years old and bowed up in the ground.
(chorus) Now how that sound When you get knocked Down How that sound When they let go rounds From your country all the way to uptown You might get found, man How that Sound ?
Text ... 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)
(chorus) We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times. Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline. If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ? No ! I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.
Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines Well I'll be Damned If you want to know how life is check out the music. It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.
Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch. Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash Here today and then they gone fast. All you hear is nigga's run up in your home. Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.
Steel up in your face like man give it up, but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up. I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.
From hurricanes to strong winds and rain To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain. Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.
Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look. Bless my soul, I attend rock shows. Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help. Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk. Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk. Gas price sky high I wonder why ? Is it my turn or your turn to die.
Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze God witness cause I see all the last days I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga (repeat)
