Аннотация:da bran-new song, dec.2006
Invader
Didn"t ask anyone for permission
I invaded in to location have no certain mission
By traveling mind and lights only for lights
To keep shining with glittering eyes without cliché.
Both the first buggers wonna slow me down.
They thought they run this fine area:
The kings with fake crowns:
They enjoy vanillas, tequilas, green herbs, all that
But they"re still afraid of something they ain"t hear a lil sound
Didn"t ask anyone to get into the location
Tried to deal with new chumps
Find words for communication.
Up stamina. Fast running, I
Was late for the train
Silly looking around for a new destination.
Lost my keys, lost my ticket for a bus
My busy day has burned and does
Filthy tricks to lift me up.
So cheer up, don"t let a spirit fall in a dust.
So I vivid came here
Forgetting all that bad stuff
All that passed stuff
Chorus: You"re my invader
Didn"t ask anyone to turn on the booster
To add some tremble and bass. A disproved star
Would sing and amaze a crowd
No dispute, jar, jerk or rakish spot. Bou!
Beware of this reflective invader
Whether you open or close the door, he came here,
He"s come here through the receiver
Through music and voice. It"s not a subpoena.
This is not your/his/her/their enemy
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Chorus:...
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To Paris
Аннотация:Совместная работа с Kochambo Beats.
To Paris
Her teal blue eyes sparkle while she thinking "bout her Paris
"bout the dream to go to the city of the pretty sins
And pretty witty guys and
Soft precious licks, cocktails, chicks, and kisses
I neva been here, but she"s the witness
The Weakest spot, that there"s no entries for the weakest [one]
I neva seen Notre Dame, but she says this is on the greatest
Cathedral"s top, it gives me a whop
And one of the biggest crap or one of the biggest crop
Or one of the slightest moment, illumed or doomed,
Don"t know it"s weak or strong, boom,
But I know that it is her wish
At the precise time,
So looking at an empty dish,
Or looking in the eyes of the fish
That gasps her last gulp of air
Wishing the dearest gulp of the water
Leaving its life forever, oh, damn, whatever
Chorus:
Paris, oh, Paris, Je t"aime"
Always tells it to them
Fly of fall, die with tha doll in her hand
Live with tha dream ever dreamt
Paris, oh, Paris, Je t"aime"
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