Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up. Turn it up, turn it up. . Hey yo! Hey yo! Hit me hit me no. Captain, crew, we're 'bout to fly low. Gonna hold it steady, but you never know.
Well, I'm stuck here between hope and frustration. Keep getting thrown from side to side. It's an familiar situation. I'm on life's own rollercoasterride.
Wanna crawl like a maggot inch by inch. Or move like a swallow, up in the air on spread wings. . There's something about the way. They're all moving. .
My name Elrako says B.O. Dubb. I roll in the scene like a monster truck. I throw down hard to get my point across. And if you don't like it, you can kiss my what.
Oh, oh, oh. . I still have that feeling. I always thought that it would disappear. Just like a faithful dog. It followed me throughout the years. . I've got a place, I've got a place.
Throw 1 Back At Cha. . Home boys make some noise (2X). Home boys make some noise (2x). And Let me hear ya say whoooo!!! Whoooo! Say whoooo!!!. All the ladies, all the ladies, all the ladies in the place, now SCREAM!!!!.
Can't you see that I'm falling,. I'm losing control of myself. You say it's appalling. . You never thought to help me,. Find my way. I'm dying behind the person I never became.
Super electric. Super electric. Super electric. Super electric. Super electric. . Super electric sound. (Super electric). From the underground. (Super electric).
Distorted minds, shut, blind. It's out of order. There's nothing but silence. Not a voice can be heard. . Closed down, out of line. It's a mind state border.
Stir up the bass with the accelerator. Stir up the bass when the way you're comin' later. Stir up the bass, the bomfunk creator. Stir up the bass when the way you're comin' later.
The snow comes falling down. The flakes do their best to cover up the ground. And I'm inside looking out. The sun has swept away to make place for the night.
We hit you with da funk and make sure you can't stop,. the rythm takes control like electric shock.. We hit you with da funk and make sure you can't stop,.
Bombraids, dead cities, bombraids, dead citizens.. Casualties civilian government destruction.. More bombs, more cities, more burning bodies for the cause..
Well, I never had a thing for free. Never had a bright star to guide me. But I tell you, I'm going all the way. I know it sounds like a cliche. . It's my own war.
da poetry, by now you should know it's me, the brother of word. giving thanks and praises to so many names and faces. in different places. from '84 to '99, it's been a very long time.
I creatively freestyle my way through the concrete. I stick and move like boxers do. Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance. I Dance like a butterfly and I sting like a bee.
Da poetry, by now you should know it's me, the brother of word. Giving thanks and praises to so many names and faces. In different places. From '84 to '99, it's been a very long time.
Monday mornin' wonderin'. What's that little somethin'. That's gonna solve it once again?. . It burns inside of me. Wanna get it out you see. Wanna leave before I'll go insane.
Whatever happened to your faith and dedication?. Your wish to demolish the white city walls.. I heard you a hundred times saying i feel unstoppable,. and now you're gone like you've already seen it all..
Crack it, we will crack it. crack it, crack it, we will crack it. speed of light - ooh. running right - aah. the way we strike. surprise, surprise. the glorious knigths.