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heilig ijs – fatfood upon your plate كلمات اغاني

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it’s the mic mouse and my man t. o. a. s .t. e. r. you can play this at home or with your homiez in the car. no matter where you are_ we drop this fat sound and spread love around the way_ plus, yo we got something to say _ uhuh_ fakin’ moves never really been my thing, so give me the microphone so i can really really swing. the king_ is not who i claim to be_ but who i want to serve for eternity. in so many ways like warren g, raw like ol’ dirty _ smooth like the hustler_ i bust a rhyme like the flipmode and take a good look around while walking on a narrow road. telling stories that need to be told, rhymes put in the flavour like salt_
on the table_ so don’t halt but keep on going. so now it’s my turn for my show and tell, well i got this mic in my hand and a heavy case of rhyme in my mind. can’t survive if i have to keep it inside, so i leave my troubles behind and connect to the soul that resides in the beat and bassez, my mental case is one to produce light poetry, coz i don’t see me writing heavy literature
though maybe i could, maybe i should. i’m aware that wisdom comes with the years_ everytime you sleep in or wake up, the pillow wet from tears. every traveled mile, every turned page, every experience_ fears and smiles_ every gage. in our quest for wisdom we realize that our creator is the most wise. so like king solomon i pray for wisdom, just to find that, the wiser people get, the more like jesus they get, now how ’bout that? yeh!
holy eyez underground like the worm, breakin’ loose the ground where it’s too firm. voices and beats in a hybrid form, sump’in like a break from the norm, anotha heart is torn_ but we point to the healer_ medical mc’s wearin’ fila’s or adidas. call us if you need us_
call us what?? huh? ‘cos i can think of a few things!

_everytime we are around
_we kick the fat, funky sound
_and give the people in the crowd
_sumptin’ to think about_ sumptin’ to shout

just another day_ sittin’ in the classroom. the teacher’s talkin’ but the boom_boom_bap is what i got in my head. i cannot concentrate so i write another rap. the lyrics i create are ment for all people_ i try to treat them equal. not to feed my ego, but to really represent. see many only represent record_sales and fancy mangement. but i intend to transmit life_style suggestions, reflections and information while i’m doing my bit. no battles kid_ see every succes is temporary unless_ we get supported by a higher place wich is not to be seen in physical ways. if you say that mc’s and dj’s only work with cliches than why you sit and wait until somebody makes some original stuff. you need to pick it up, pick it up, because the culture is not lost. i’m talkin’ about the culture op hiphop, yo_ and it’s yours. you need to use your talent to open all the right doors and of course don’t forget about the highest and wisest who is also the creator of all. he’s got our back and our front if we might fall_ it’s like that yo!

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