Текст (слова) песни: Aceyalone - Scribble on a Clean Surface

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song`s intro]
I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers.
How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me,
at a fateful "Blue Lights in the Basement" party.
The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes barely visible as he,
FLASHED A PENLIGHT IN MY EYES!
"Look directly into the light this time."

[Aceyalone]
I say look into the light
See what you look like

[Chorus]
I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless {*echoes*}
It`s life, at the tunnel of the point of purchase {*echoes*}
Aiyyo freedom got a microphone, AND a AK {*echoes*}
Make way, and prepare for the melee {*echoes*}

[Aceyalone]
The microphone magic of Aceyalone
The method of my madness could NEVER be known
Don`t, try to set home or off of the dome
Because wigs are known to be SPLIT
And a, fan is known to be hit with shit
Rubber band flows that snap back in place
Rap in they face, get this motherfucker outta here
He talks way way way WAY too much
Spit for the victory, `til they sick of me
I never wallow in the bickery or trickery
There`s no con-FUSION, just the FUSION
No il-LUSION, cause God rule them

Held high, nailed in the sky
The artistic eye leaves you mystified
You`re once denied, soon openly obliged

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
They say, "rock you don`t stop" but what you talkin bout
Well let me guess, you come fi test
But test not he who knows best, put nonsense to rest
Preachin on a soapbox, dope on the block
Choke on your tongue, smoke from the gun
Broke in the middle, I hope you`re havin fun
HIGH post, high dose, high strung
Wind through the lungs, spirit of the young
Salt on the slug, caught with the plug
Fought with the drugs, taught by the thugs
Eye of a tiger, head of a lion
Walkin through the interior of Siberia
Chip away at the rock, or a dynamite block
Right where they had to stop, we continue
Think the worst, ink into the verse
Sink into the earth, die by the end of the rhyme
What a rush, too much to discuss
I close it up by sayin this

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Aceyalone - Scribble on a Clean Surface [uncredited spoken word poet forms the song`s intro] I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers. How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me, at a fateful "Blue Lights in the Basement" party. The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes barely visible as he, FLASHED A PENLIGHT IN MY EYES! "Look directly into the light this time." [Aceyalone] I say look into the light See what you look like [Chorus] I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless {echoes} It`s life, at the tunnel of the point of purchase {echoes} Aiyyo freedom got a microphone, AND a AK {echoes} Make way, and prepare for the melee {echoes} [Aceyalone] The microphone magic of Aceyalone The method of my madness could NEVER be known Don`t, try to set home or off of the dome Because wigs are known to be SPLIT And a, fan is known to be hit with shit Rubber band flows that snap back in place Rap in they face, get this motherfucker outta here He talks way way way WAY too much Spit for the victory, `til they sick of me I never wallow in the bickery or trickery There`s no con-FUSION, just the FUSION No il-LUSION, cause God rule them Held high, nailed in the sky The artistic eye leaves you mystified You`re once denied, soon openly obliged [Chorus] [Aceyalone] They say, "rock you don`t stop" but what you talkin bout Well let me guess, you come fi test But test not he who knows best, put nonsense to rest Preachin on a soapbox, dope on the block Choke on your tongue, smoke from the gun Broke in the middle, I hope you`re havin fun HIGH post, high dose, high strung Wind through the lungs, spirit of the young Salt on the slug, caught with the plug Fought with the drugs, taught by the thugs Eye of a tiger, head of a lion Walkin through the interior of Siberia Chip away at the rock, or a dynamite block Right where they had to stop, we continue Think the worst, ink into the verse Sink into the earth, die by the end of the rhyme What a rush, too much to discuss I close it up by sayin this [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Scribble on a Clean Surface: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/10865.html Все тексты песен: Aceyalone » Aceyalone - Love and Hate » Aceyalone - Annalillia » Aceyalone - Five Feet » Aceyalone - Organic Electricity » Aceyalone - Knownots » Aceyalone - The Guidelines » Aceyalone - BBoy Kingdom » Aceyalone - A Book Of Human Langauge » Aceyalone - Rappers Rappers Rappers » Aceyalone - The Faces » Aceyalone - Say » Aceyalone - The Greatest Show on Earth » Aceyalone - I Got to Have it Too * » Aceyalone - Junkman » Aceyalone - Moonlit Skies » Aceyalone - I Think » Aceyalone - Microphones » Aceyalone - In Stereo » Aceyalone - Anywhere You Go » Aceyalone - The Hurt Рекомендуем скачать: » Феликс Даллада - Ночная Москва зажигает огни... » Фактор2 - Для тебя » Фидошные песни - Гимн железу » Фактор2 - Девочка Люся » Филипп Киркоров - Бегущая по волнам » Фриске Жанна - Лечу в темноту » Фролова Елена - Дева » Филипп Киркоров - Скажи мне, вишня » Фабрика звезд-3 - Ария министра контроля жироотложения Фзл » Феликс Даллада - Глухою ночью жутко мне... » Филипп Киркоров - Будь, что будет » Фристайл - Белая сирень » Федор Горкавенко - Вкус ночи » Филипп Киркоров - Вишня » Фрейдкин Марк - ГРУСТНЫЙ ТВИСТЕЦ » Фимиам - Музыка » Фрида - Девушки хотят » Филипп Киркоров - Колыбельная вулкану » Филипп Киркоров - Плюс и минус » Филипп Киркоров - Птица певчая
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