Paroles ... Acid & swingy Bossa/Hip-hop. male vocal. BPM 98.
THE HOKEY POKEY Lyrics by Mattic Parks, Music by Oogo
(Chorus) You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around That's what it's all about. (repeat)
Ladies, money, and clothes. Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's. Guest appearances to make your album hot right? I love so and so, but most don't even write.
Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar. I love Red Letter Blue Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.
Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it. I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.
Time on my side and I spit the planet sound. See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound. Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala with a vest that protects his chest, saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow, how i make it when Im building my model building a sorrow with a hope.
Dope how I insert the music I choose it, different from the next like sex out of the birds nest, comes one with the image. Majors all alone the shit is all finish.
So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store. Throw rocks at the body shock kid. Man he drowned trying to do what I did. For the love of women tall and the smell I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about
(Chorus) How you Put your left foot in You take it on out Put your left foot in and you twist it, and you shake it all about
Now You put your right foot in take your right foot out Put your right foot in and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around That's how we all fall down to the sound To the sound nigga To the sound To the sound So gather round
Who Who got it that You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around (repeat)
You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around That's what it's all about I said that's what it's all about That's what it's all about
Paroles ... Ethnic Hip-hop. Male vocal & percussions. 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
Paroles ... 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
Get up in the morning black coffee milk is overdue pick up some old cassette set my feelings
I take my time says a friend of mine but I don't mind, I don't mind if I don't find They get to go
see me laying Think 4 yourself x2 Cause the streets don't seem gray when you're on my mind and when you know well I feel fine
How about you ?
Description of your problems Man I know it all connects Get up on the go You never going to figure out talking to everybody need to think for yourself I say
This mans there's dimensions you ain't tapped in yet. Got your focus all wrong but I bet The test is a classroom and you might fail win some lose some, it's all swell.
Description of your problems I know the next person need to get up on the go, got to get up on the, get up on the… You never going to figure out taking advice Got ah think, got ah think, got ah think for yourself allright.
Paroles ... Hip-hop. Male vocale. Detroit style. BPM 98.
Everybody Wants
Lyrics by Mattic Madwreck, F.P. & Beat by Oogo
(chorus) La la la Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala La la la la
(Mattic's Part)
I want her in the worst way but first let me talk about her Describe the madam, cause it hit me like what's happen Walking in Le Havre She's the one I Got to have Juggling with my words Hoping that my poking cause a stabbing
Her frame, jabbing to my face open the case and see the best imprint of star elegance Relax, let me tell you something bout yourself Pass over like a passport the password is wealth.
Rich a man would be if he seen you on the regular Up inside his head, got my thoughts perpendicular Endless to your beauty cause the eyes will never lie That's a quote from the Wreckester Your shine can't hide.
(chorus)
Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song
La la la That's what I want Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala That's what I want La la la la Get nasty with it
Paroles ... Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. ...Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. BPM 87.
CHECK 1-2 Lyrics by Mattic Beat by Mr.Gib
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady
(2nd Verse) I never seen nobody like you Your the one that I choose from your, head to your toes from your cap to your shoes, I figure…
With a woman like this I can't lose Two's for most men set with rules. The do's and don't Have not's I been shot, by a angel with a cannon how'd the phantom get caught?
Like handcuffs on the waist of a cop I'm i arrested? Cause good women are hard to find lucky me has invested like money in Wahcovia Love Being all over ya.
You can't tell is the mission failed? Pitching pennies to the bottom of wells till I excel Let's get up on a cruise boat floating without a sail. So that me and you can gel in heaven and hell swell.
You hit it on the nail and your body got cherry smell. She loving my clientele Queen we rock well and straighten up the frame like muscles on Mele Mel.
I'm not a MC who talking all that junk about who can beat who sound like ah punk I just get down and I go for mines and say check one two and walk down the line It's so much baby yea give it sometime and say check one two and walk the thin line My lady loving me true to mankind and say check one two, she more then a dime say what? She more then a dime Say what? She more then a dime
(Chorus) Check one two And walk down the line (Repeat) Check one two There is a thin line (Repeat)
I been in my car driving miles ad miles Thinking bout your eyes and the way your face smiles
Yo I been in my house walking room to room night to afternoon and this is what i consume Your sweet perfume, sit under a full moon, Feeling beams catching photograph views of every seen. A dream, it seems that's what i walked into Self denial is destructive when alone with you.
Seize every opportunity, I check one two I don't worry about no dudes really fucking with you. If I was working at the club you would not pay, but we to old for that i got something to say. I take it back like Dilla, my whole being is cool So look at me and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady Come here baby
Paroles ... 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!!
Paroles ... Old School Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 91.
False Kats
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
(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
Paroles ... 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 ?
Paroles ... Laid back Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 88.
At The Wine Shop
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
At the wine shop, on the post up Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt. I say that, but it don't make me crazy It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby
Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so You just want to back it up until my tip explode Whoa !!!! I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.
Lately now ah days women cause trouble Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble Put you on a take off without a shuttle So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.
How many times you been fucked over ? A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker. Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker, after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.
I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop. They say I'm better then a under counter medicine pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.
This one had voice that was raspy smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me. Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth, winked her eye and said it's all on the house Her blouse !!!!
Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles. Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline. She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.
Hit the splif and then she passed it me. Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed. Leaned over said come and get You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.
I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum. She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath Were you off to this time of morning ? You do the math…
Paroles ... Hip-hop with a 70's feel. Male vocal. BPM 126.
RELAX Lyrics by Mattic, beat by Blanka Featuring ASM
(Chorus) Relax Relax your mind (Repeat)
Yo who can be the ultimate? I say what side is packing it? Endure like ensure, nigga's need life packets Full metal jackets, and ratchets make inspector gadget go go gadget arms alarm if your charm.
Chill like the wisdom from my Grandma with holy Korans Blood brothers make a bond edged in stone a throne of the kingdom is his, fuck the show biz even if most will raise a kid, television it is.
The parent of a split up home, whose the runner of the field in your dome. Making any progress in game without a name Jon doe identify scanning your brain.
I talk undernet the surface The average can't word the hologram wrapping your heart like saran. Cool like the iceman, a blizzard in hand and rupture the plan, as i see the world as a man.
Of a rare breed, indeed we planet seeds with the words that we use. Idolize by fools swimming in ah dead pool I clock till the better end rules like the Senate.
Nigga's think the made for the house of representatives they prevent this, my rhymes start orange like a sun kiss but here's a twist.
Faith pulls most together just like a puzzle Im strange, but my mouth out powers the human muzzle.
Im ah hustle, clock figures minus triggers and sneak up and bounce on that ass just tiger And sneak up and bounce on ass just tiger sneak on you and bounce on that ass just like tiger so relax
(Chorus) Relax Relax your mind Relax Relax your mind
Paroles ... 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)
Décidé & positif. Version alternative de P12. Piano, tambour ...Décidé & positif. Version alternative de P12. Piano, tambour militaire, harpe, glockenspiel, marimba, xylophone, vibraphone & celesta.
