Scribe and Ali and yeah, we still together. Through the stormiest weather its been along forever. Holding it down in the south surrounded by the southern Alps.
Yeah, 1,2, yes, yes. Uh, Scribble is back. . Uh Im from Christchurch the place of my birth. My home this earth represent my peep and their worth. Phillips town Philly baby translatin the zone.
Well, shake it up, baby, now. (Shake it up, baby). Twist and shout. (Twist and shout). . C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now. (Come on baby). Come on and work it on out.
Home girls, attention you must pay. So listen close to what I say. Don't take this a simple rhyme. 'Cause this type of thing happens all the time. Now what would you do if a stranger said hi?.
Home girls, attention you must pay. So listen close to what I say. Don't take this a simple rhyme. 'Cause this type of thing happens all the time. Now what would you do if a stranger said hi?.
Home girls, attention you must pay. So listen close to what I say. Don't take this a simple rhyme. 'Cause this type of thing happens all the time. Now what would you do if a stranger said hi?.
Once again my friends and countrymen. Lend us your ears and eyes. The Showstopper is stupid fresh. When will you be satisfied?. . Yo, bust it Sandy D.
Chorus:. . Hurry up and change your mind. Don't let love make you blind. Well now don't read this sign. The clock is tickin' and you're out of time. And you're out of time.
Yo-ho. . Chorus:. Gitty up baby (gitty up, gitty up). Say what? gimmie all that you got. Baby don't stop. Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what?.
[Sage Francis]. . i'm having identity crises.. "no we're not." "yes we are.". i'm having identity crises.. "no we're not." "yes we are.". . i don't have a feeling that hasn't been felt, feeling on my felt tip,.
I'm a construct of your world, deep-rooted, polluted and tortured. Abused and altered, I just caught you eves dropping. Adam's rising to pluck the fruit from off the branch.
This is to the (uh-uh) intertwined souls. the hands I've been trying to hold. This is to the (uh-uh) love that I lost. and all the troubling thoughts of how I got double-crossed.
Had one too many one way conversations. with the licky licky lord. 'till I grew a scissor tongue. and c-c-cut the cord. put the phone on the floor. detach the wires in my head.
this is to the woman who I loved but lost.. intertwined souls of the universe got divorced.. but it wasn't forced. got single thoughts of being double crossed,.
Written By: Sage Francis. . Verse One:. . The weak link is quivering...determining the chain's strength/. Wimpering...VIBRATING...the wave length/. of its stress signals are more or less symbols. It just trembles/.
Consider me to be a fly on the wall with a bird's eye view. I stare, as my birthtime drew near. The only Earth I knew reared me in a world I grew to fear.
Closing out our feature for you now. Captain of our slam team - Sage Francis.. . It was the (beatboxing) that got me (beatboxing). It was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing).