Ghostlawns
Title | Ghostlawns |
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Artist | Antipop Consortium |
Album | Arrhythmia |
Release Date | 2002-07-08 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Hook: Thea Van Seijen] Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright [Verse 1: High Priest] Center the tone into the domain, no main Propane flame or butane to the opening with an offering It's not often that I wanna but I'm gonna make a point Cause I wanna put the so-and-sos impose on tip toes Spit those hipto crypto cryogenic thesis, he's as Nice as watching ballerina's teemless meters reappear A pirouetting hero, zero tolerance, abolishing wack MC's Please mister politician don't feed us your empty promises It's obvious you're oblivious but not impervious And you still will crumble, stay humble still number one [Hook: Thea Van Seijen] Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright [Verse 2: Beans] Enslaved by luxury, to me your source of pain is not entertainment Desires and ruined payers transposing the fantasy Enjoy views, but don't listen It's your frame of reference I discard Audio sport tech-noir Abdul Jabbar Fire wire hair dryer in the bathtub, I shock Dixie cup, telephone frail communicate feeble Dim witted like dunce caps on five watts Tapeworm recorder, a border, gazelle, Gordon Cattrell Watch the top granola get rude like junk food King vitamin on top of the food chain, rug burns Run around the field but never move like a fence Vital vinyl recital title idol no rival Text flaws with pens flaccid Inactive, speechless like [dick] in mouth [Verse 3: M. Sayyid] Wobbly Sayyid, slim like a ten-speed These MC's take heed when I project with 300 cc's Past the toll booth past your whole crew Wow, who's that cat who just threw my neck like a quarterback I want his autograph Females on my [dick] for my phonographs Making moves on the floor like a pornograph Got the mad soul, you can feel the chemistry E.B. turn up the frequency I buried him in the ??? With the beats or a cappella in the streets We could do it any time You might also like[Hook: Thea Van Seijen] Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright Tonight, Alright [Outro: M. Sayyid] I got ghosts in the lawn Where my foreman thrown on the floor Like scorn you're torn to the barn I heard the sound and came back to see what was going on Then I turned up the song |