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Smile Tea & Atco MC
BUDAPEST
39
Hip-Hop/Rap
BUDAPEST fue publicado el 26 de julio de 2024 por Oat-Milk Records LLC como parte del álbum ATCO TEA
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ÁlbumATCO TEA
Fecha de lanzamiento26 de julio de 2024
SelloOat-Milk Records LLC
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM89

RESUMEN

LETRAS

Créditos

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Adrian Zawrotny
Joseph Adrian Zawrotny
Songwriter
Leo Aylmer Lampman V
Leo Aylmer Lampman V
Songwriter

Letras

Boom Bap,
Put you in a tomb sack. Sounded like a Boom Clap.
I wonder why the womb's wack.
Uh.
You gots to move fast.
Flying to Budapest, the Buddha walked past.
You know I had to ask: "Yo Brotha can you rap?"
He put the cap on his bald head and began to spit.
His spirit like a candle stick.
Words so irrelevant. Taling all celebate, but rapping for the hell of it.
-Aye yo yo, check me out right…
Cold shower. OM. Shanti. Shanti.
Obaya Swami Krishna. Osake, Wasabi.
Aha aha. DAMMMMMNNNN. Okay.
To be honest, it was kind of ass,
But the monkey mind Buddha took a gummy and had a blast.
POW!!!
You tease me, you naughty naughty.
As the Buddha walked by I think I changed my mind.
Smelling like a fish fry burning my eyes.
I told him to shove it, he's riding a carpet.
Defying the government.
This monk was up to something.
Moving slow on the top of a summit.
He didn't want to profit, so phone couldn't drop it.
Cellophane rockin, what is he plotting?
I noticed his lips open and I nodded
In a hesitant motion.
Orange robe, and a chunky monkey.
Super enlightened, but ya got no money.
Dashing to the store, need some fucking sunscreen.
I saw through them clothes like "Damn. No Undies?"
No pun intended, we run in venice.
Fruit of the Loom. Flower the field.
Liscenced menace.
Writing scripture in the temple with my shoes on.
I found cassettes, but I traded for a futon.
Eating salad, and I need some fucking crutons.
When creating, yo we got that magic nuance.
WAKE UP in the morning and I can see neutron
Stars above me, and we taking both shoes off.
Now here we are, In the next century.
Never can explain exactly what the Buddha said to me.
Or what it meant to me. I'm going back to sleep.
In another dream that's where I am mentally.
Sat on a fence, I'm on a quest. BANG.
Battery dead, right as the phone RANG.
Sang another hymn so the Buddha can hear.
And all the townspeople fear
The coming of the new year!
True virtue is not virtuous.
Holy schizophrenia.
It exists beyond you. It existed before you, it will exist beyond you.
A large fresh orange juice please…
YOU'RE BROKE! YOU'RE FUCKING POOR!!!
Music, only bad music has any meaning.
Like no. Cuz I lived every moment of my day doing what I wanted to do.
Shall we?
You're Orange Juice, Sir.
I Accept your invitation.
Written by: Joseph Adrian Zawrotny, Leo Aylmer Lampman V

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