because I'm the lead singer of my band... You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you Hey dad how come we don't rap on Protools Smash these vocals
Brown's damn teacher Wa wah wah wa wa wah, damn I cram to understand the plan ma'am I mean I've been hitting the books for a long time now Real long
band My band, my band MY band, baby You just want to see a nigga backwards, don'tcha? Hey man, how come we don't rap on Protools? And smash these vocals
I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit Till the Chef be like (Chill
give it's mine! aah! ow! dude!) [Swift] You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you? Ain't that how come we don't rap off pro tunes Smash these vocals
usually hollow point flesh presses Until they skin caress stretchers I'm the best to finesse textures My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold cabinet Open the book
old and gray Instead I wear a tie and fix computers all day In this dream I trusted everyone and I was in the spotline for the lifeline of real life People
define whether it's underground or real commercial, see? If we put the sock over here it's more commercial than if it were over here, then it's real underground
l nigga [verse one - canibus] Yo i'ma let the world know the truth! You don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laced your vocals after
l nigga [Verse One - Canibus] Yo I'ma let the world know the truth! You don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laced your vocals after
yourself man So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine That's a bitch
kids live this shit Live they fuckin lives Who the fuck you think you are? Talkin bout this rap shit These are the real motherfuckers, Population Control This IS the real
Now, I'll tell ya a tale that'll bust yer heart That only a few people knew, ta start It all took place when our concert tour was booked at the SeaTac
lies the power, try to push up and get devoured To pushin power, black explorer with the eddie bauer Xl, el reefer puffer sells My name ring bells and my vocal
stand a chance. A lot of times there's a gig that's between somewhere and somewhere else. You really wouldn't go there to play it, but the booking agent
Got the chance, took it, hype tape that's what they tellin me Soundboming in stereophone audio fidelity Flows get took, a simple plan, best-sellin book
Mark volman (lead vocals) Howard kaylan (lead vocals) Ian underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals) Aynsley dunbar (drums) Don preston (keyboards, mini
, vocals) Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) David logeman (drums) Craig steward (harmonica) Jimmy carl black (vocals) Ahmet zappa (vocals) Moon zappa (vocals
