Текст песни Freestyle Fellowship (Aceyalone) - My Fantasy
Freestyle Fellowship (Aceyalone) - My Fantasy слова песни
relax your mind... and take your time....relax your mind... and take your time....relax your mind... and take your time....Would you like to be a part of my fantasy?fantasy, insanity, vanity, family, Kennedy, can it be?it`ll be great we can break all laws of gravitymake room, or fly to the moon on a boomwe can let it get better, get etiquette, adequate, that`ll get sloppyten-four, you copy?big jollopy I pop a seed, pop a floppyteenybopper, hoppy, hype, my squad`s the gods of the micso play vanilla, hammer, shamma-lamma-ding-dongkiller, slummer, plan a pop song, KA!but I like breakbeats and beatin` on the walls of bathroomsthe b-boys b boys foreveryo, punk- what`s your function?robotics, planets, products, annex, got itmechanics or sonics, organic, exotic, narcoticbought it, forgot itI jot it down `til I`m hooked on phonicsso much to do with a touch of double dutchof dodge ball, the Taj Mahaj`s right below usslow us down and show us the forestor a BrontosaurusI`m a Taurus, poorest one of allborn in back of a pool hall, a jokermy Pappy`s a penny and a poker playerwho`s a loser, screwser, booserlivin` a life of angerhad one, two, one too many Harvey Wall Bangersso bungee jump off a bridge and soarwith a rubber baby elastic plasticband around your anklefasten up, next stop Banana Republicfor what? hip hop drops(who`s the man with the master plan?)(who`s the man with the master plan?)every rapper in the house shut the funk upevery rapper in the house shut the funk upevery rapper in the house shut the funk upevery rapper in the house dienow every rapper in the house shut the funk upyou`re wack, you`re wack, you`re wack, you`re wackyou`re sucatash, you`re mow mow(?)????????????????????????yeah right, your mic, mic, might be a slight slowmy mic, my mic, my mic`ll blow you rightoutta sight, wanna fight??? I`mma rip you if your tightI`ll grease the pipeyou`re right, my type, you`re wackyou`re white, you`re blackyou`re blue, you`re yellow belly helly do jelly can`t jamhunky see, hunky dodon`t get kickin` the funky chickencan-can-can-can it be, can it be any identity crisiscome in slices and deviceswhat the price is for the nicest spicesevery rapper in the house shut the funk upevery rapper in the house shut the funk upevery rapper in the house shut the funk upevery rapper in the house diedropJ-Sumbi: aww yeaah, give it up, give it up, yes that was a little snippet from Aceyalone`s own private rhyme garden, live and direct from the Sunshine ShackI`m the J-Sumb, and, uh, before we go, let`s hit `em with a final verseAcey:Hydroplaning, while I was explainingand maintaining, gaining altitudea longitude, latitude, attitudeformatical, fragile, grammatical, radical dudespit ball, pitfallhole in the wall is all I seeeight ball, wait y`allAceyalone has found the keyFreestyle Fellowshipthis fellow gets beat whilehe moans and groans and throws a fitAryans are carryin` out sinburryin`, marryin` menblack men, black men, black menFreestyle FellowshipFreestyle FellowshipFreestyle FellowshipThe Freestyle Fellow...