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 ... 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 ?
