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Ghostlawns
2001
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ghostlawns è stato pubblicato il 8 aprile 2002 da Warp Records come parte dell'album Arrythmia
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Data di uscita8 aprile 2002
EtichettaWarp Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blaise
Blaise
Composer
Austin
Austin
Composer
Green
Green
Composer
Stewart
Stewart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blaise
Blaise
Producer

Testi

(Tonight)
(Alright)
(Tonight)
(Alright)
Center the tone into the domain, no main
Propane flame or butane to the opening with an offering
It's not often that I wanna but I'm gonna make a point
'Cause I wanna put the so-and-so's impose on tip toes
Spit those hypno, crypto, cryogenic, thesis, he's as
Nice as watching ballerina's teamless meters reappear
A pirouetting hero, zero tolerance, abolishing wack MC's
Please mister politician don't feed us your empty promises
It's obvious you're oblivious but not impervious
And you still will crumble, stay humble, still number one
(One, one, one, one, one, one)
(To-to-to-tonight)
(One, one, one, one, one, one)
(Alright)
(One, one, one, one, one, one)
(Tonight)
(Alright)
Enslaved by luxury, to me your source of pain is not entertainment
Desires and ruined payers transposing the fantasy
Enjoy views, but don't listen
It's your frame of reference I discard
Audio sport tech-noir Abdul Jabbar
Fire wire hair dryer in the bathtub, I shock
Dixie cup, telephone frail communicate feeble
Dim witted like dunce caps on five watts
Tapeworm recorder, a border, gazelle, Gordon Cattrell
Watch the top granola get rude like junk food
King vitamin on top of the food chain, rug burns
Run around the field but never move like a fence
Vital, vinyl, recital, title, idol no rival
Text flaws with pens flaccid
Inactive, speechless like **** in mouth
Wobbly Sayyid, slim like a ten-speed these
MC's take heed when I project with 300 cc's
Past the toll booth past your whole crew
Wow, who's that cat who just threw my neck like a quarterback?
I want his autograph
Females on my **** for my phonographs
Making moves on the floor like a pornograph
Got the mad soul, you can feel the chemistry
E.B. turn up the frequency
I buried him in the vine
With the beats or a cappella in the streets
We could do it any time
(Tonight)
(Alright)
(Tonight)
(Alright)
I got ghosts in the lawn
Where my foreman thrown on the floor
(Tonight)
Like scorn you're torn to the barn
(Alright)
I heard the sound and came back to see what was going on
(Tonight)
Then I turned up the song
(Alright)
(Tonight)
(Alright)
(Tonight)
(Alright)
(Tonight)
(Alright)
(Tonight)
(Alright)
Written by: Austin, Blaise, Green, Stewart
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