for rhythm beats Smooth game sweeter than a krispie kreme You tune into my station hope you listenin Turn it up and follow my journey as I live my dream All natural
be immortal man one in the hand you will know exactly then what you have you found the cure and Morse codes for rapture get with your rhythm get with your nature
MJG, the nigga with the versatile style Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and
need exercise! So I'm a get up in their mental. I'm a work 'em out over the instrumental! Give 'em a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho! Wanna see the
just like the wind Show my power take flight and quickly ascend Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking
, tout s'apprend The autumn Sun, indulgent The naked skins offer themselves to warm winds Out there, the tempos appear Beating to the slow rhythm
her natural habitat Well...it seem like she deaf or she blind Want come step inna mi life when time she deh far behind Want mi play her rhythm till di
's why I got this song One of my legs is shorter than the other 'N' both my feet's too long 'Course now right along with 'em I got no natural rhythm
Galoot Up-Date) from UMRK c. 1982-83 Ike Willis Thing-Fish voice, rhythm guitar? Steve Vai guitar FZ rhythm guitar? Tommy Mars keyboards Arthur Barrow
's why I got this song One of my legs is shorter than the other 'N' both my feet's too long 'Course now right along with 'em I got no natural rhythm But
ya down as I clock ya, hah When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter Natural rhythm rock
of all... sex is something we should do sex is something for me and you sex is natural-sex is good nor everybody does it but everybody should sex is natural
The future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on The essence the basics Without it you make it Allow me to make this Child, like in nature Rhythm
time worrying I moved from my parentals, used to lose it in the mental Now I'm using my potential, for bruising instrumentals I'm a bad natured human,
Unspoken words You know just what to do The rhythm moves like Second nature to you So primitive, it fits you like a glove Instinctive as to make
