Boom,
boom, boom.
♪ White, white leaves are spinning in my space ♪
Massive.
Massive.
Massive.
Tickets.
Massive.
Massive.
Massive.
Massive.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Be that we say a myth, start that with venom.
Massive attack,
keep your strongest like a venom.
Then come in for the positive,
weapon the negatives.
Cause brotherhood's relative,
the past is being covered in lyrics.
On the things Lord Regis very loved for,
as he demands for.
Attitude is cool, breeze below zero.
Up against a wall, behaving like De Niro.
Trick is performing,
taking his photo,
making Stan with his hand.
Touch it like a coco,
smooth,
keep it moving at the back now.
Free as a needle,
it's moving through the track now.
As to the drama's beats, we need new sticks.
Bounce around the vibes like acoustics.
New sticks,
no drugs or pharmaceuticals.
For the party,
it's stick with,
lick with,
me and trick with.
Drop paper, put your hands wet up to lick with.
Trouble and strife,
ain't no sunshine in my life.
Wise guys get pretension when they carry a knife.
They shouldn't have been born for making me yawn.
But I just take it easy as a Sunday morning.
Come on lover, fire up together we'll grow.
Forever watch my AK rig go.
Because my AK rig goes boom, boom.
My AK rig goes boom, boom.
Yeah, rhyming the Gemino, we got the stamina.
Kation never know us if we don't give the damn on her.
And the South to handle, keep it distance.
Resist and the buzzing gets the pleasure on distance.
The cool breeze that you welcome in the heat.
You don't see it,
but you feel it when it's blowing on the street.
If I was a rich man,
I'd quietly observe standing in my space.
That's the devious days, they call the rap race.
It's a concrete jungle, evil in the town.
We must swallow,
occasionally squirm,
but what will happen when the bomb drops down?
Don't make a sound.
Yes.
Cause the dance calls the desert and the dance is a party.
Do a rain dance and your praise do a march.
Now a heavy mind, I get a lot of that helium.
Float above the roof with the tedium.
Living in my headphones, sound is what I say.
There was a surreal boom, the Budokan stadium.
I'm empty on earth.
Real empty dreaming.
I quietly observe standing in my space.
Well, I'm tricky kid, don't deal with slackness.
Can't be with the one I love,
I love the one and I miss.
I'm very down to earth,
my brain sits on top floor.
Don't need another love,
I just need one means to cure.
Weather is changing, storms be shaking.
The love that you take is equal to the love you're making.
Here comes the sun, little darling.
Here comes the sun.
It's alright.
Yes, tricky kid, I challenge situation.
Maggie this, Maggie that, Maggie's inflation.
Hip hop, you don't stop cause I'm not sloppy.
I like to eat, so we need another cop.
We're natives of the missile territory and we're proud.
Get peaceful in the desert,
death and glory in the crowd.
The problem ain't no different kind of skit tricks.
I love my neighbor,
I don't work at the Olympics.
It's a yoga hooligan,
they're trying to play the fool again.
Caught you in the lost and found,
when you're passing one around,
no cry,
so you're going for your tool again.
Well I'm floating on air,
when I'm daydreaming.