a spark The heart is a beating drum The heart is a beating drum It takes more than you wanted before To keep it on It's a beating drum And you feel
just a spark The heart is a beating drum The heart is a beating drum It takes more than you wanted before To keep it on It's a beating drum And you
wid the drums, niggas dont play homie niggas if you won, on the rip nigga fuckin with the other shit tryin to get money flip a nigga a whole brick, watch
where ya been Cause where we gonna go Is where we wanna be The place where the little language is unity And the continent is called Pangaea And the main ideas are connected like a
its breaking me, its killing me So why... draw the line (mmm, ohh) Tic-tac every heart beat drums Whenever you're around baby Can't seem to chase those clouds a
s thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart Want urine in your
in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell give a piss give a dick give a lick [Proof
break a leg, break an arm and a fibula When I break it down When I When I break it dow-ownnnn I hug and kiss the drum kick I put the beat in my back pocket
a wife or a sweetheart behind in some loyal heart is your memory enshrined and though you died back in 1916 to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen or are you a
pum-pum is the drop of my snare drum Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the beat of my tum-tum Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk like a doggy
told ya That I am safe and warm from the hell inside Come on! Take me! Come on! Make me! I am an open book The drum beat of my heart is tribal Oh,
the dreams of tomorrow. You know that Heaven... Has no sorrow. You know that Heaven... Has no tomorrow. Hear the Sound of the Magic Drums... Hearts are beating
with all these A&R's, and they wanted beats from me, so they'd call me up, I'd play them some beats. "Gimme a beat that sound like Jay-Z." You know, they
heart of a re-up, its sumthin like a g-up M-C-A fingering that b-up or that c-up, fiends creep up with their flesh lookin beat up, and my tennis ball
