Oh -ho -ho,
once again time to get funky on this track.
Mr.
Simpty's already in place.
I'm ready to get funky.
Hello?
Take to the rise of the rhythm, that's been generously given,
depending on how I'm living.
Great, straight from the throne of the elf,
the rhyme of the vowel, pretend to the self
to the public consumer,
who originate the rumor of 14 tones on this track, this is where
my friends simply comes in,
locked in like my skin color black, and change the sample
to the next one, with a greater high degree in hy pe,
not a typical type of acoustic, sounding
broke which everyone darn near likes,
I'll openly proceed to the cue of backstage, cause
in the vocal room I'm in tune,
there's room enough for the headphones, and my soloist
can be totally handsome, into the mic they go,
inside the wires they flow until they
After this track is laid, this beat never slips,
cause my friends simply got a lot.
I ask myself, why is this?
But sometimes thoughts of confusion arise
Into my bowels, which is my mind,
I perceive these thoughts that I despise
Lack of my brain paint, oh I ache,
so I take when I'm feeling blue
An d aspirin from
Baxxum with a hyped up song
that is strong and totally true
Upmost is the lifestyle I portray
in times that most are sweaty
The key is free, versatility,
form is the symphony my friend is surely getting
And input, a foot in the door,
in the track of the back with a stable musical score
Adequate is a portion of the phrase that I
raise to the phrase of your mental core
Inside your mind that is,
what I speak it turns up and dammit
Keep this beat,
pos itive thought of interest in
Mr.
Simpty's beat
Every track should have a train,
and every train should have an engineer
So tune your horn backspin,
and plunge me in and begin this mu sical affair
But keep in mind that
Mr.
Simpty is waiting for you on track 8
Partiness is unexcusable,
so an excuse you dare not create
Even though
Mr.
Simpty's a gentle type,
but sometimes type is block
But never again my friend,
shall this occur once my friend
Simpty got it locked
To the top,
that's where we're headed
Others are betting, that we will trip on
the loop
But if I should fall back
on the 8 -track
The city will put me back on the scoop
That is I am what I am
But two big sprays pop,
I will shorten the pour
Cause I'd rather defeat
Brutus for
Mississimpy
Than an ugly lady named
Olive
Oyl
The stereo told of my spittin'
So butter it with some effect
The rhythmatic grooves
is my drumstick
So don't offer me no
chicken necks
Your approval is my thirst quencher
So let us toast up to this thot
Here's to me,
Mississimpy, and
Baxman's concept
Cause we all got it locked
Cheers!
We're going to go to the beach and
we're
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