Text ... Bewitching & native Hip-hop. Male vocal & ethnic percussion. BPM 100.
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus) 6 seconds 5 seconds 4 seconds Mr. Mat your on 3 seconds 2 seconds 1 second Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight, I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to So What it do ? Relay the verses right back to you so you act a fool The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters some rock timberland, some rock with gators Some all natural, but still get their power pulled Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule. Duel with this expertise mic handle, out of order generating dudes be lighting candles. Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark, I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it They after you Only seconds Mattic's after you Only seconds Mattic's after you It takes seconds Mattic's after you To make a track Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more This is classic encounters Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes. And out of shape fat people other words obesity. To get along with everyone, no you history. You shitting me or can you just not see ? In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate The expediter Restored to mentor When I the television on I witness all the gluttony. But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the, focus of my sanity, body and soul love and weather, fall apart and build back together. My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words, I love you At all cost My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ? Yo check it out now, witness the floss because, I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus) 10 seconds 9 seconds 8 seconds Mr. Mat your on 7 seconds 6 seconds 5 seconds Mr. Mat your on 4 seconds 3 seconds 2 seconds Mr. Mat your on 1 second 1 second No seconds Mr. Mat your on
(chorus) False Kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see The maker of the music playing on your cd The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.
Calling out my name with that false in they game bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way. It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.
Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays We man about this shit why you acting all gay ? Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay. You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.
What moves are you really making ? None at all false kats making music and it sounds appal. So fuck y'all
I could talking bout you man. Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and, we slap five, but top gate you not my man's Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand. It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…
You big sissy, in this game you have no history So fall ….. Back ! All I see is false kats B All I see is false kats B All I see is those false kats standing in my face.
(chorus) You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
False kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Lofi hip hop / beatmaking. Cool, laidback & almost swagger. Filtered ...Lofi hip hop / beatmaking. Cool, laidback & almost swagger. Filtered drum & synth. Suggested for lifestyle, daytime TV, shopping & light news.
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 ... Fun, swagger & lively hip-hop sung in Spanish. Perfect night to ...Fun, swagger & lively hip-hop sung in Spanish. Perfect night to party. Female rap singer, female backing vocals, synth, vocal sampling & electronic percussion.
ES:
Hey pa' donde vamo'
Vamo' a descubrir pa' que la noche se presta
Cuál rumbo tomamos despreocúpate
Que donde sea armamo' fiesta
Hey pa' donde vamo'
Vamo' a descubrir pa' que la noche se presta
Cuál rumbo tomamos despreocúpate
Que donde sea armamo' fiesta
Nena
Ya comienza la luna a estar llena
Y todo para la party se dio
Y aunque nadie lo planeo
La vaina ya se formó
Nena
Verte bailando con tu estilo morena
Tu sabes que eres quien controla la escena
No está muy claro donde vamos a seguir
Ya la noche lo dirá
Primero vamos a ver
Si lo que quiere' es gozar
Eso da igual el lugar
Vamos a baila' pa' comenza'
Hey pa' donde vamo'
Vamo' a descubrir pa' que la noche se presta
Cuál rumbo tomamos despreocúpate
Que donde sea armamo' fiesta
Hey pa' donde vamo'
Vamo' a descubrir pa' que la noche se presta
Cuál rumbo tomamos despreocúpate
Que donde sea armamo' fiesta
Sin planear
Fluye la música como quiere fluir
Pa' vivirla
Hay que dejar que el cuerpo encuentre su estilo particular
Y bailar
Y bailar
Lalala
Hey pa' donde vamo'
Vamo' a descubrir pa' que la noche se presta
Cuál rumbo tomamos despreocúpate
Que donde sea armamo' fiesta
Hey pa' donde vamo'
Vamo' a descubrir pa' que la noche se presta
Cuál rumbo tomamos despreocúpate
Que donde sea armamo' fiesta
EN:
Hey, where are we going?
Let's find out what the night has to offer
Which way we go don't worry about it
Wherever we go we'll party
Hey, where are we going?
Let's find out what the night has to offer
Which way we go don't worry about it
Wherever we go we'll party
Baby
The moon is starting to be full now
And all the right conditions are set for the party
And although no one planned it
The thing's already happening
Baby
See you dancing with your brunette style
You know you're the one in control of the scene
It's not so clear where we're gonna keep on
The night will tell
First let's see
If what you want is to enjoy
It doesn't matter where
Let's dance to get started
Hey, where are we going?
Let's find out what the night has to offer
Which way we go don't worry about it
Wherever we go we'll party
Hey, where are we going?
Let's find out what the night has to offer
Which way we go don't worry about it
Wherever we go we'll party
Without planning
The music flows as it wants to flow
To live it
You have to let your body find its own style
And dance
And dance
Lalala
Hey, where are we going?
Let's find out what the night has to offer
Which way we go don't worry about it
Wherever we go we'll party
Hey, where are we going?
Let's find out what the night has to offer
Which way we go don't worry about it
Wherever we go we'll party
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 ?
