market and sell it its worth more to them then it is to you you said you'd put it on the wall but i dont want you to we'll go to the market and sell
the market and sell it Let me build you a fortress A fortress you can decorate I?ll find a way to pay The bills to the estate And we?ll go to the market
Fordítás: A Hush Sound. A Market.
market and sell it Its worth more to them than it is to you You said you?d put it on the wall but I don?t want you to We?ll go to the market and sell
, now I'm known around the globe So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down With the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now On your mark
When you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and You could never be classic, your rappin skill's plastic Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop your marketing
you been missin in this picture Style funkin than a big pot of chitilins in yo kitchen Some slang in yo shit ain't hittin Like I used the sound before
kind 'cause you treasure me despite all the signs The love has disappeared and Darling you shouldn't even try After every fight we always wonder what we're fighting for Beat me up and mark
breathe right In some cities Students still collide To keep they peeps rights We hostin' different ghettos Different sounds each night No drive by's in caddies Clocking marks
page again. Is your tracing hand growing weary. Pencil marks chased away by erasers end. One more to the list of abandoned men. Be still, for you're out of focus. Hush
we'll fake the sound Ground shakin' anti-gravity When your wallet weighs you down Hip hop cultures flourishing worth worshiping these vulture skulls Of target markets
globe So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down with the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now... ... on your mark, get ready, get set
(feat. Odd Oberhiem) [Mark Moog] 2005, ready to go Mark Moog, Keith Korg, Silver Synth Analog explosion move rattle brains in midrange All dirt production
down busta boy, or bust a toy Bust your boy to let ya know the noise annoys Get rolled on like alloy Your whole hood's full of these niggaz Bustas, mark
So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down with the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now... ... on your mark, get ready, get set, let
