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Ethio
62
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ethio è stato pubblicato il 4 febbraio 2012 da Soul Rub come parte dell'album Fur - EP
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Data di uscita4 febbraio 2012
EtichettaSoul Rub
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM101

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fur
Fur
Performer
Greg Sanders
Greg Sanders
Electric Guitar
Ben Assiter
Ben Assiter
Drums
Harry Christelis
Harry Christelis
Electric Guitar
Benjin Pollock
Benjin Pollock
Cello
Leo Richardson
Leo Richardson
Tenor Saxophone
George Cole
George Cole
Bass Guitar
Alaric Taylor
Alaric Taylor
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Solnick
Josh Solnick
Songwriter
Greg Sanders
Greg Sanders
Songwriter
Ben Assiter
Ben Assiter
Songwriter
Harry Christelis
Harry Christelis
Songwriter
Benjin Pollock
Benjin Pollock
Songwriter
Leo Richardson
Leo Richardson
Songwriter

Testi

Here we go, rat-a-tat-tat
Meet the vision, whole rappers are slack
Like the facts chatting rigmarole
Go figure, villains role-play the golddigger roles
With the malt liquor cold
Bring my soul mixing bowl
Chill with the village troll
Cooking up rap crap
Black magic trap that hat
Hear a tap-tap in and out
One, two, three, one, two, three, four, five, six
Live shit, quite thick
Hybrid Thai stick
Buy one, comes two a piece
Lex met your cool promiscuity fluently
Toe-to-toe, do-si-do
What's your name? So-and-so
So it is, it is so, so it goes
Billy knows, keeping you on your toes
Just for you, honestly
The synchronic tonic for those lost in chronology
So true, we can never be foes
For real, foe or fuck anything with a pulse
That's how we get down, get down
With Grandmaster Greg and the Furious Sound
That's how we get down, get down
Stepping in the place to be, smashing up your town
That's how we get down, get down
With Grandmaster Greg and the Furious Sound
That's how we get down, get down
Really does modernise, need to homogenise
On the sly, columns rise
White collars colonise, all for expedience
Seemingly seamlessly, dreams become meaningless
Cream on the greedy lip
Cash rules, I feel it's grip over near everything
Turn on the radio, you don't hear anything
Real or original, merely subliminal
Messages, minimal, musical minerals
Criminal, killing you, simmer in silence
Deep in the speaker, I'm seeking asylum from
All that has come to mean something clean
White teeth with gum disease
Smacks me but nothing deep
We're here to bring you that analogue
Big and fat, sifting slack catalogue
Stones, bubble note and stacks
That's how we do, unstitching your plan
Take a seat at the back 'cause our shit hits the fan
That's how we get down, get down
With Grandmaster Greg and the Furious Sound
That's how we get down, get down
Stepping in the place to be, smashing up your town
That's how we get down, get down
With Grandmaster Greg and the Furious Sound
That's how we get down, get down
Stepping in the place to be, smashing up your town
Clock this pre-post Coptic hot pip
Drum beat wonky and fat like my top lip
One week cotch in the flat, writing hot shit
Toxic head nod, bopping to the drop kick
Half-baked heads got dough but can't make bread
Neon pop rappers can step up and taste lead
Yes, a whole mouthful, straight from my HB
Don't hate me 'cause I make each one of you pay click
Reverberate with the bass lick, it's basic
Trust me, I speak truth
Someone needs to teach youths how to EQ
Please do, week fifty-two
The joke's over for someone who can sing and doesn't need a vocoder
Over production by a cold broker
Auto-tune rappers get a finger in a coach's shoulder
And still can't connect the dots
Right now the beat is filled so let us rock
Right now the beat is filled so let us rock
Right now the beat is filled so let us rock
Let us rock, let us rock, let us rock, hip-hop
Right now the beat is filled so let us rock
Right now the beat is filled so let us rock
Right now the beat is filled so let us rock
Let us rock, let us rock, let us rock, hip-hop
Written by: Ben Assiter, Benjin Pollock, Greg Sanders, Harry Christelis, Josh Solnick, Leo Richardson
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