Mycidertown Lyrics
| Song | Mycidertown |
| Artist | 18andcounting |
| Artist | Dolor |
| Artist | goya_goon |
| Album | Strait 2 Tape |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stan Chisholm/Christopher Burch | |
| 作曲 : Stan Chisholm/Christopher Burch | |
| Mycidertown | |
| ≈ | |
| Just the new tape perfection | |
| switching the election | |
| all about the rhythm inside of the God's selection | |
| a new tape ribbon | |
| so check the incision | |
| we turn it up to 10 hope them people listen again | |
| the echo and the reverb the voice and the curve | |
| feeling like Langston Hughes with a dream deferred | |
| it's all about hitting like we Barry bonds | |
| everybody's talking but we still got to travel on | |
| a wicked plot inside of Babylon | |
| still wanna travel on until my ill sound carries on | |
| amongst the clouds amongst the seas | |
| the landscape the birds and the bees | |
| amongst it all until the rain starts to fall | |
| and hits into ocean becomes recycled y'all | |
| amongst the dirt the fumes and the worms | |
| the situation why people they get they body burned | |
| underneath the hate and the love at the same time | |
| I'm all about the rhythm trying to figure out designs | |
| I love it like these flowers and I love it like these roots | |
| I still want to move to the city though they pollute | |
| ≈ | |
| Its soundscapes i hope my people relate | |
| Its soundscapes i hope my people relate | |
| Its soundscapes i hope my people relate | |
| to the joy and the pain and the hurt and the pay | |
| I hope my people relate | |
| ≈ | |
| I ain't the illest still trying to figure out what really is | |
| I spent Saturdays listening to what's up with Willis | |
| family ties | |
| a whole bunch of things inside of my design | |
| still keep it sharper | |
| darker than a marker | |
| darker than the belly of Davey Jones locker | |
| darker than triple state darkness at that | |
| I still travel back like a pimp with his wave cap | |
| I love my people inside of a summer stack | |
| I'm all about the DJ and some fat ass wax | |
| all about perfection underneath God's selection | |
| I don't really care about the P’s except perfection | |
| and proper preparation prevents poor performance | |
| and my people move in through the city taken over continents | |
| it's common sense that be making people dense | |
| Thats the reason why we hopping clean over suckers fence | |
| **** Ben Frank I'm on my own shit | |
| inside my shark tank | |
| swimming with some gills and i hope I got my own take | |
| thicker than the armor of a sherwin tank | |
| I'm all about the rhythm pulling suckers off the ranks | |
| cause I got my own shank sharpened inside of my harness | |
| and darker type of views but I know i’m not a martian just marvin | |
| starving like that burr ass rabbit | |
| they want to move inside this weather but my flow be a magnet | |
| just connecting that positive to the negative | |
| I'd rather kill it one time than ever let the bullshit live | |
| stab it and put the body in a station wagon | |
| draggin niggas across town inside of my own sound | |
| ≈≈≈ |
| zuo ci : Stan Chisholm Christopher Burch | |
| zuo qu : Stan Chisholm Christopher Burch | |
| Mycidertown | |
| Just the new tape perfection | |
| switching the election | |
| all about the rhythm inside of the God' s selection | |
| a new tape ribbon | |
| so check the incision | |
| we turn it up to 10 hope them people listen again | |
| the echo and the reverb the voice and the curve | |
| feeling like Langston Hughes with a dream deferred | |
| it' s all about hitting like we Barry bonds | |
| everybody' s talking but we still got to travel on | |
| a wicked plot inside of Babylon | |
| still wanna travel on until my ill sound carries on | |
| amongst the clouds amongst the seas | |
| the landscape the birds and the bees | |
| amongst it all until the rain starts to fall | |
| and hits into ocean becomes recycled y' all | |
| amongst the dirt the fumes and the worms | |
| the situation why people they get they body burned | |
| underneath the hate and the love at the same time | |
| I' m all about the rhythm trying to figure out designs | |
| I love it like these flowers and I love it like these roots | |
| I still want to move to the city though they pollute | |
| Its soundscapes i hope my people relate | |
| Its soundscapes i hope my people relate | |
| Its soundscapes i hope my people relate | |
| to the joy and the pain and the hurt and the pay | |
| I hope my people relate | |
| I ain' t the illest still trying to figure out what really is | |
| I spent Saturdays listening to what' s up with Willis | |
| family ties | |
| a whole bunch of things inside of my design | |
| still keep it sharper | |
| darker than a marker | |
| darker than the belly of Davey Jones locker | |
| darker than triple state darkness at that | |
| I still travel back like a pimp with his wave cap | |
| I love my people inside of a summer stack | |
| I' m all about the DJ and some fat ass wax | |
| all about perfection underneath God' s selection | |
| I don' t really care about the P' s except perfection | |
| and proper preparation prevents poor performance | |
| and my people move in through the city taken over continents | |
| it' s common sense that be making people dense | |
| Thats the reason why we hopping clean over suckers fence | |
| Ben Frank I' m on my own shit | |
| inside my shark tank | |
| swimming with some gills and i hope I got my own take | |
| thicker than the armor of a sherwin tank | |
| I' m all about the rhythm pulling suckers off the ranks | |
| cause I got my own shank sharpened inside of my harness | |
| and darker type of views but I know i' m not a martian just marvin | |
| starving like that burr ass rabbit | |
| they want to move inside this weather but my flow be a magnet | |
| just connecting that positive to the negative | |
| I' d rather kill it one time than ever let the bullshit live | |
| stab it and put the body in a station wagon | |
| draggin niggas across town inside of my own sound | |
| zuò cí : Stan Chisholm Christopher Burch | |
| zuò qǔ : Stan Chisholm Christopher Burch | |
| Mycidertown | |
| Just the new tape perfection | |
| switching the election | |
| all about the rhythm inside of the God' s selection | |
| a new tape ribbon | |
| so check the incision | |
| we turn it up to 10 hope them people listen again | |
| the echo and the reverb the voice and the curve | |
| feeling like Langston Hughes with a dream deferred | |
| it' s all about hitting like we Barry bonds | |
| everybody' s talking but we still got to travel on | |
| a wicked plot inside of Babylon | |
| still wanna travel on until my ill sound carries on | |
| amongst the clouds amongst the seas | |
| the landscape the birds and the bees | |
| amongst it all until the rain starts to fall | |
| and hits into ocean becomes recycled y' all | |
| amongst the dirt the fumes and the worms | |
| the situation why people they get they body burned | |
| underneath the hate and the love at the same time | |
| I' m all about the rhythm trying to figure out designs | |
| I love it like these flowers and I love it like these roots | |
| I still want to move to the city though they pollute | |
| Its soundscapes i hope my people relate | |
| Its soundscapes i hope my people relate | |
| Its soundscapes i hope my people relate | |
| to the joy and the pain and the hurt and the pay | |
| I hope my people relate | |
| I ain' t the illest still trying to figure out what really is | |
| I spent Saturdays listening to what' s up with Willis | |
| family ties | |
| a whole bunch of things inside of my design | |
| still keep it sharper | |
| darker than a marker | |
| darker than the belly of Davey Jones locker | |
| darker than triple state darkness at that | |
| I still travel back like a pimp with his wave cap | |
| I love my people inside of a summer stack | |
| I' m all about the DJ and some fat ass wax | |
| all about perfection underneath God' s selection | |
| I don' t really care about the P' s except perfection | |
| and proper preparation prevents poor performance | |
| and my people move in through the city taken over continents | |
| it' s common sense that be making people dense | |
| Thats the reason why we hopping clean over suckers fence | |
| Ben Frank I' m on my own shit | |
| inside my shark tank | |
| swimming with some gills and i hope I got my own take | |
| thicker than the armor of a sherwin tank | |
| I' m all about the rhythm pulling suckers off the ranks | |
| cause I got my own shank sharpened inside of my harness | |
| and darker type of views but I know i' m not a martian just marvin | |
| starving like that burr ass rabbit | |
| they want to move inside this weather but my flow be a magnet | |
| just connecting that positive to the negative | |
| I' d rather kill it one time than ever let the bullshit live | |
| stab it and put the body in a station wagon | |
| draggin niggas across town inside of my own sound | |
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