단어 ... French rap, hip-hop. Quiet, serene & dreamy. Male rapper, electric ...French rap, hip-hop. Quiet, serene & dreamy. Male rapper, electric guitar & rhythm. Ideal for romance, destiny, introspection & city stories. Lyrics about destiny.
FR On veut le surplus,Pour les fois où, on a dû dormir sur notre faim,Toujours enfoncés vers le bas,Mais toujours main tendue pour les miens, J'en ai gardé les marques sur tout le corps,Jamais j'effacerais les parcours,On est couverts de métaux bien lourds,Mental d'acier, avec une âme en or, C'est toujours un mal qui sert pour un bien,J'fais comme si j'étais le même,Mais je ressens plus de peine,Faut m'apaiser, y a rien que ça qui m'apaise, Y a plus que de la glace dans les veines,Y a plus que de la glace qui coule dans les veines,Je suis prêt à tout donner, pour sauver la mienne,Pour sauver la tienne,Tu ferais de même, J'me pousse encore à bout,Car la douleur me berce,Je suis jamais trop loin, surtout proche de mes rêves,Pour la mienne, pour la miennePour la mienne, pour la mienne, J'ai dû panser mes blessures,Pour la vie qu'on mène,La vie a toujours été dure, mais y a rien comme elle,Je t'ai promis une vie de rêve,Mais la mort nous guette,Pour la mienne, pour la mienne, Ouais, c'est pour la mienne,C'est pour la mienne,J'écrirais mon nom dans le ciel,Pour la vie qu'on mène,C'est pour la mienne, c'est pour la mienne,Pour ma vie de rêve.
EN We want the surplus,For the times when we had to sleep on an empty stomach,Always pushed down,But always reaching out for my people, I've kept the marks all over my body,I'll never erase the paths,We're covered in heavy metals,Steel mentality, with a heart of gold, It's always a struggle that serves for good,I act like I'm the same,But I feel more pain,I need to calm down, nothing else soothes me, There's nothing but ice in the veins,There's nothing but ice flowing through the veins,I'm ready to give it all, to save mine,To save yours,You would do the same, I push myself to the limit,Because pain lulls me,I'm never too far, always close to my dreams,For mine, for mine,For mine, for mine, I had to heal my wounds,For the life we lead,Life has always been tough, but there's nothing like it,I promised you a dream life,But death is waiting for us,For mine, for mine, Yeah, it's for mine,It's for mine,I'll write my name in the sky,For the life we lead,It's for mine, it's for mine,For my dream life.
Hip hop beat, world beat. Exotic, determined & groovy. Middle-Eastern ...Hip hop beat, world beat. Exotic, determined & groovy. Middle-Eastern influence. Sampled vocals, mellotron strings, synth & rhythm with darbuka @ 1'09. Ideal for city landscapes, fashion & street art.
Hip-hop beat, electro beat. Nostalgic but confident in the future, ...Hip-hop beat, electro beat. Nostalgic but confident in the future, cosy & chill. Break & second part @ 3'00. Suggested for daily life, city landscapes & skate. Synth & rhythm.
Hip-hop beat, electro beat. Nostalgic but confident in the future, ...Hip-hop beat, electro beat. Nostalgic but confident in the future, cosy & chill. Break & second part @ 2'28. Suggested for daily life, city landscapes & skate. Synth & rhythm.
단어 ... Explicit language. Old School Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 91.
False Kats
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
(chorus) False Kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see The maker of the music playing on your cd The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.
Calling out my name with that false in they game bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way. It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.
Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays We man about this shit why you acting all gay ? Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay. You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.
What moves are you really making ? None at all false kats making music and it sounds appal. So fuck y'all
I could talking bout you man. Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and, we slap five, but top gate you not my man's Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand. It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…
You big sissy, in this game you have no history So fall ….. Back ! All I see is false kats B All I see is false kats B All I see is those false kats standing in my face.
(chorus) You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
False kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
단어 ... Hip-hop. Wonky music. Video games fx. Male vocal. BPM 92.
GHOST MUSIC Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P Beat by Chomsky
(Chorus) Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music
Hey it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music
The like… Ah hell now did I miss it? before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated. I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.
Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule My medulla's like pole vaulter's A high choose Your best tracks, friend can help. In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.
And the crowd the only clap cause they don't want no playback. A universal word describes you as whack. While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger. The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.
Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal. Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will. Death Certificate host, America's most.
Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage. The stage or the living room I abuse it Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands Energy my man let me help you understand
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha They think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha they think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you When they watch ya
Music pause people (repeat) Music make's think (repeat) Music make'em think Man you got make them think!!
단어 ... Explicit language. Hip-hop with an Oriental feel. Male vocal. BPM 90.
How That Sound
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick. Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring. I remember the night like it was morning Kat out of line, the vision rewinds He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.
And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights Now ah days, that's how they play Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl
She gave a shook look and then a right hook. Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore. Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.
Glass started to spread like people in the crowd It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl. Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him. Some people in the background said to him.
They talk for a few, and before I knew the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude. He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.
I was like Dam Son lets break out and shake out. Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling outside one through the chest just like a javelin. Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.
The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed Fronting in clubs unorganized Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds. 20 years old and bowed up in the ground.
(chorus) Now how that sound When you get knocked Down How that sound When they let go rounds From your country all the way to uptown You might get found, man How that Sound ?
단어 ... Progressive Hip-hop with a latin feel. Male & female vocal. BPM 94.
It's Fantastic
Lyrics by Green T, Mattic and FP & Beat by Chomsky
Mattic's Lyrics
(chorus) To the break of Dawn Man we got that fire to the break of dawn (repeat)
Throwing Beams Illuminate the whole seen For the Green T, FP, and M.A.T.T That kid Molecular, ASMATTIC and Chomsky it must be…
The Fantastic Planet we made couple city's with sound and alien brain behind glass fixtures. Contain a fluid of ILL, for colored bills. See them mortals with skillz from the tree of JC !!
(chorus) We make the fore go on and on And on and on and on and on. (repeat)
